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 felineI have a young cat called Dodger...before I explain why he's a legend, I need to give you some quick info on the layout of my house. Bear with me here.
My dad is an illustrator and has an office with a window in it that looks out over our yard. Directly beneath the window in the yard is a garden bench.
So y'see. One day it was raining hard and Dodger (being the dappy sod that he is) is outside and desperate to get in. So he wisely climbs up to the window sill of my dad's office and juuust about starts to squeeze in through said window. Realising he was about to tread wet paw prints over weeks of artwork, my dad gives him a little shove back out the window and thinks no more of it.
Except, Dodger doesn't turn up for dinner that evening.
Nor the evening after next.
Nor the evening after next...
A few days go by and no sign of Dodger (his brother, the aptly-named Fatty, is making the most of a whole tin of Whiskas to himself each day). Then we're shocked to see him return looking very sorry for himself, dragging a bag of bones that used to be a front leg with him. What had actually happened was, he'd fallen off the window sill and snapped his leg between the slats of wood on the bench...poor bugger! Needless to say dad was feeling somewhat guilty and ashamed of himself.
So now our cat has an enormous metal pin in it's leg leading to his nickname: The Bionic Cat.
(, Wed 13 Jun 2007, 0:50, Reply)
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