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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My cat got shotMy cat is a gangsta.
He came home one day, limping. Ignored me, and went straight to his food.
Weird, thinks I, so go and have a look. His leg is all floppy and stangely unarticlulated, looks really odd. Doesn't seem to be bothering him though. A closer look.
Bullet wound in the shoulder. Some fucking cunt had shot him with an air gun.
Still, he was nonchalant about the whole thing. Took him to the vets who said he'd have to have his leg amputated - the pellet had shattered the bone completely. She showed me the x-ray, and there was pretty much nothing in there - the bone had totally disintegrated.
Cat didn't seem bothered.
When I got him home, he seemed quite happy. He'd fall over now and again, and you could see him looking confused when he tried to move his missing leg and nothing happened, but he got used to it very fast.
I rang my then girlfriend to tell her what had happened.
'Cats lost his leg' says I.
'Oh No!' says she.
'Will he have to get a little wheel?'
(I like to think that when his wounds healed, he went to where he got shot and lay in wait for the bastard who did it - and then took his face off.)
(, Mon 11 Jun 2007, 19:30, Reply)
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