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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When I was four or fivemy friend and I cut the whiskers off of his cat... wasn't meant cruelly, just thought they were very long. We were unsurprising caught though as the poor creature raced off after one snip. Unfortunately though one quick snip was enough for one whole side.
We got rightfully bollocked, while our ex-feline friend speant the next age falling off things and twatting one side of it's face into things.
Eventually of course they grew back, but then a few years ago, shortly before he died at the age of 19, my friend gave it some Baileys as a Christmas treat. It fell down the back of the couch and was sick.
Yes, I think it's fair to say that I learned quite a few behavioural traits from Gandolf the cat.
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@><|= w0nu!) or cunt to my friends, Mon 11 Jun 2007, 16:39,
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