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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Did Everyone's Grandad have a monkey in the South Pacific?My Grandad's monkey was named Pete. (this is a different Grandad from the one that served with Richard Nixon) He was a great monkey. We have pictures of him and Grandad hanging about, smoking cigarettes and enjoying a can of beer.
Apparently, my Grandad's CO (Commanding Officer) was a bit of a prat, and Pete the monkey hated him. One evening, while Grandad slumbered beneath a truck (it's what you do when a Jap air attack could come at any minute) his CO came looking for him. He saw his feet beneath the truck and went to kick Grandad's feet to wake him up...
The last thing he saw was a monkey, flying through the air off the truck, paws extended and flailing.
The monkey gave him 1) a black eye, 2) a busted lip and 3) scratches ALL over the guys face. Grandad said it looked like the guy had been attacked by 100 angry women.
I love monkeys. Good Ole Pete.
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Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Wed 13 Jun 2007, 15:16,
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