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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Pet InsanityHad quite a few mad pets over the year (current maddest pet award is a close fight between three cats an my brother in law)
Combat Cat was green, literally green and appeared to be made out of muscle and elastic. He was also a talking cat, always asking you stuff in catese and seemingly getting the right answers as he didnt get stroppy and was not a bad cat.
During the week he worked out when i came home from college and would meet me from the bus and walk home bleeping and chunnering away to me. This made more impressive by him walking jauntily along a half mile of high street each time to greet the bus.
His best trick was violence related.
He had two neuterd cat friends, both fat tabbies whos names escape me but who both would come and play with him in our garden.
Combat cat would slink off and hide (in plain view to us, but not to them) in some Lucifer greenery. They would be wandering around thinking ''where has our green friend gone, he was here before but now he has disappeared!! I am worried'' etc etc ... all the while, Combat Cat would be wiggling his bum more and more getting super excited .. until after about 10 minutes he would leap out at them at high speed and belt them both round the ears before diving (again in plan view) into anopther bit of greenery. He would keep this up for an hour or more.
He was flattened by a car, possibly while trying to shag it and make some kind of Transformer Cat child.
Current mad cat is Crowley, he is part bengal and whilst pretending to be a complete Toff, clearly is as insane as Mad Jack Mc Mad whos occupation is listed as 'madman'.
He follows us to the park, the shops in fact anywhere a bit like Monkey on weebl and Bob.
Everything is fair game to him, bits of paper, rugs, walls, other animals, paper boys and postmen. But his best attribute is the attitude he exudes. Nothing bothers him at all, its all a big game or adventure. Even a massive bull mastiff didnt phase him, he just stared at it, walked towards and then rolled around in the dust a foot away from where its owner was holding it. He even let the dog smell his arse! (more than likely cracking one off in his face as Crowley is master of meaty guffs)
Pets are ace
(, Wed 13 Jun 2007, 14:22, Reply)
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