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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PoppyOur family has always had cats, our current feline tenant is called Poppy. Poppy is a small tabby cat, who looks very sweet but is in fact the most unfriendly cat I've ever owned. As a result of her being so horrible, Karma has decided to re-address the cosmic balance by inflicting two slices of bad luck upon Poppy.
Before Poppy had been spayed she was quite a hit with the Tom Cats down our Road. One night after hearing some loud banshee style screeching from the back Garden my Mum thinks it would be a good idea to get the cat in. She opens the back door and in bowls Poppy, covered in some dodgy white substance. My mum shrieks and then declares at the top of her voice "Oh Poppy, your covered in seamen!” Turns out Poppy had been getting it on in the Garden which meant my mum spent the evening trying to wash cat spunk off Poppy.
Poppy also used to like playing with plastic carrier bags. One day while rolling around on the floor with a bag, she managed to get one of the handles over her head and round her neck. This scared poppy, lots, and she tore around the house with the bag round her neck like a little super heroes’ cape. The faster she ran the more the bag rustled in the wind and the more scared she got. She ran around for five minutes hissing and screeching before finally coming to rest under a cupboard in the kitchen. Bless her, she was so scared she pissed herself and it took ages to try and get the bag off her neck as she clawed and growled from under the cupboard.
She doesn't like carrier bags anymore.
(, Mon 11 Jun 2007, 17:23, Reply)
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