
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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I was round a mate's a month or two ago (well before barbecue season) when one of her cats appeared with a large uncooked sirloin steak in its mouth.
It looked like aged beef too, none of your cheap-ass orange supermarket own brand shite. Some poor bugger must have had their dinner swiped from inside their own house via their catflap. Class.
( , Mon 11 Jun 2007, 11:32, Reply)
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