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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sam the canary killer strikes againmy friend sam, the same girl who broke the canary's neck when we were on work experience (as told in "lies i told on my cv"), was once asked to look after our friend sarah's rabbit when they were about 8.
after a few days, sam felt sorry for the poor rabbit, always in a hutch. so she got her dog's lead and took the rabbit for a walk around the garden. the rabbit didn't much like the walk, so a more accurate description would be "dragged the rabbit around on its arse on the end of the lead for a bit".
then she decided to take it down the slide on her knee. so she clambered carefully up the ladder, the rabbit clutched tightly in her sweaty little hands. she sat herself on the top of the slide, nestling the rabbit in her lap.
unfortunately, she had dropped the lead when picking the rabbit up with both hands. so as she set off down the slide, the end of the lead flew out behind them. and caught over the top of the steps.
the next thing she knew, the rabbit had been jerked out of her lap, where it described a perfect parabola and then hung limply down by the slide, strangled.
apparently it took them the whole of the weekend to find an identical rabbit to pass off on sarah's return. it certainly took another 20 years for her to get brave and drunk enough to confess it to sarah.
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rachelswipe with a fork, Sun 10 Jun 2007, 23:39,
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