Pet Stories
When one of my cats was younger and a lot fatter, he came bowling in from the garden with an almighty crash. Looking slightly stunned, he'd arrived into the kitchen having ripped the cat flap from the door and was still wearing it as a cat-tutu. Did I mention he was quite fat?
In honour of Jake, a well loved cat, who died on Wednesday, tell us your pet stories and cheer us up.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
When one of my cats was younger and a lot fatter, he came bowling in from the garden with an almighty crash. Looking slightly stunned, he'd arrived into the kitchen having ripped the cat flap from the door and was still wearing it as a cat-tutu. Did I mention he was quite fat?
In honour of Jake, a well loved cat, who died on Wednesday, tell us your pet stories and cheer us up.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
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Daft things my cat did/does
* Manically running from room to room for no apparent reason.
* Sleeping on beds... in the exact spot behind your knees so you can't move for the rest of the night.
* Pawing for attention until you follow him to his food bowl... at which point he begins eating calmly. WHY?!?!
* Walking on two feet for about four steps. I swear he did this when I was small and no-one seems to believe me.
* Shat on the cooker. On the fucking cooker. Fair enough that he couldn't get outside (catflaps are hard to install in patio doors) but on the fucking COOKER?!
* Demonstrating an amazing sixth sense that tells him when the cat carrier is being moved, at which point he hides in the loft.
Still the best cat in the world; fat-assed, 12 years and still going strong/mad. Apologies for potty mouth and its corresponding length.
( , Sun 10 Jun 2007, 13:16, Reply)
* Manically running from room to room for no apparent reason.
* Sleeping on beds... in the exact spot behind your knees so you can't move for the rest of the night.
* Pawing for attention until you follow him to his food bowl... at which point he begins eating calmly. WHY?!?!
* Walking on two feet for about four steps. I swear he did this when I was small and no-one seems to believe me.
* Shat on the cooker. On the fucking cooker. Fair enough that he couldn't get outside (catflaps are hard to install in patio doors) but on the fucking COOKER?!
* Demonstrating an amazing sixth sense that tells him when the cat carrier is being moved, at which point he hides in the loft.
Still the best cat in the world; fat-assed, 12 years and still going strong/mad. Apologies for potty mouth and its corresponding length.
( , Sun 10 Jun 2007, 13:16, Reply)
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