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 dog...Before we had it killed by the vet, my dog had reached the fine old age of 17. It was blind, deaf, had a limp, had had two strokes and had a skin disease meaning that all the hair on its underside had fallen out.
As a result it followed people around the house by the only sense it has left...smell, tracking their scent from room to room. While this could be annoying from time to time, you could also have a bit of fun with it by closing the door behind you, and waiting for the inevitable thud to come from the other side, as the poor things head bounced off the wood two minutes later.
I miss that dog!
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Furness, Tue 12 Jun 2007, 16:00,
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