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 StanleyStanley was my kitten, he was energetic, stubborn and a little mad.
He also like to sleep on my forehead when I was in bed. It annoyed the hell out of me so I'd shoo him away. He'd eventually jump back on the bed and again sleep on my forehead - he was that indifferent.
Anyway, after one particular heavy session in a pub in Muesli village (in Brum), I flaked out on my bed clothes-and-all. Stanley, as usual tried to sleep on his usual spot.
What was different was that I was half asleep and drunk and instead of shooing her, I sort of threw him off - and out of an open window. What then followed was that moment of realisation when I understood what I'd done and sat bolt upright shouting 'shit!!!!'
I can still remember the confused mewing that he made when he flew through the air.
He'd flew down two storeys and landed (unsurprisingly) on his paws and ran off. Ten minutes later, he miaowed to get let back in again.
He then had some milk and eventually settled down to sleep again...on my forehead.
Lovely cat. Pity the foxes got him. Oh sorry, was this supposed to cheer you up?
(, Tue 12 Jun 2007, 11:54, Reply)
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