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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Goldfish...Not as loyal (stupid) as dogs, nor as fluffy as kittehs, nor as vicious as bunnies. Sadly.
But we loved our colony of goldfish.
You see, the fish often chewed and slapped themselves at each other. This reminded us of the mid-20th Cent London Gangs.
The by-far biggest two fuckers (both Comet Golds, if you're wondering) were named Ronnie and Reggie. And they even bit my sister's finger once. :)
The next was a black guppy - named Damien.
Following him was a silvery goldfish named...Rodney. Yes, Rodney. Can you see where this is going yet?
Then came the tiny, fat, bulge-eyed telescopic guppy. Supposedly to be 'Del Boy' "cus of that coat innit?", alas, my idiot sister's attempt to integrate "Del Boy" into the tank were thwarted by her carelessness...
...she only bumped the poor bugger off the vertical edge of the tank (a 70l Bio-Orb) and had him bounce into the water below. He was never the same since, had a dazed look on him at all times and swam...well...weirdly. He ended up being named "Moon Unit" as a result of his floaty behaviour and general demeanour.
Then last summer, the fish mysteriously started dying off. There was nothing we could do. But against all odds, brave little Moon Unit struggled on, bobbing away innocently as ever, until the bitter end til he was last fish standing. He died too a couple days after. They're all buried in our rose garden, with little matchstick crosses marking them.
Bless 'em, Moon Unit and co.
Length? About 5-10 cm each.
(, Tue 12 Jun 2007, 3:07, Reply)
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