Pet StoriesWhen 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.
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chthonic, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
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Pigeon's legsI discovered a few days ago that my cat had finally caught a big fat Dudley pigeon.
Now my cat is a fiesty little minx, she has bought me a whole number of different "presents" in the past, ranging from frogs, toads and other such slimy things to rats and half eaten mice, to birds (mostly small ones as she's only little herself).
But the pigeon was quite a feat. She'd always eyed them up from the view of the windowsill, just itching to get one.
So anyway, I wake up to let her in one morning and spot feathers on the patio. She comes in mew mewing as if to say "I've bought you a present, I'm so kind!" Great, I think. So as it is a regular occurance I take the quietist approach and think, ahh nice, she's got something - I'll leave it for dad to clean up.
Out of curiosity and sheer bloodlust, I decide to pop out and have a look at the previous evenings spoils. So I walk outside only to discover the bloody fat thing's still flopping and flapping about on the ground. There's a fair few feathers scattered around the patio, and blood to go with it.
On closer inspection, it seems that the pigeon... has no legs. Just a fat, legless pigeon desperately trying to escape from my patio. The little bugger had only gone and caught it, chewed its legs off to make sure it couldn't get away, and then just left the poor bastard pij to die slowly and painfully.
It was still flapping around when I went back to bed. I left it for my dad to sort out. Kittie (my cat) just sat there licking her lips, seemingly tasting the victory. Cruel pussycat.
(, Sun 10 Jun 2007, 22:41, Reply)
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