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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Dopey DoveWhen my sisters and I were a lot younger, a dove hit the window of our dining room, giving itself some kind of huge brain damage and periodic paralysis. Gruesome as that may sound, we felt responsible for making sure "dopey dove" as he was named was okay. He provided ours of amusement for us as young children - laughing as he walked sideways, guffawing as he nearly drowned in the bird bath, and even on occasion being wrapped in a towel when he was obviously getting cold.
After a while, our temporary pet finally bit the bullet and died. Because we had looked after it for so long, we decided to bury it in the garden. So, after a long afternoon of digging a grave and making a headstone out of an old ice cream tub lid, we laid him to rest.
Right as we had finished and were walking back inside, my youngest sister asked us
"When's the dopey dove plant going to grow?"
(, Wed 13 Jun 2007, 15:32, Reply)
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