Pet Stories
When 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.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
When 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.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
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Birds Woes
I always had budgies as a kid, and they were great. We had Skippy, which we thought was a boy but then started to lay eggs, then Peter, which we inherited from my Granddad who died and was a bit boring (the budgie, non my Granddad), then Bluey, who was fucking ace, total nut-case, had a massive vocabulary, once told my dad's posh mate to "Piss Off!" and lived until he was 21.
As I passed into adulthood and got married I eventually continued this tradition, but we had no luck for ages.
We had two budgies, Jake and Elwood (they were blue, and brothers) who were dead fucking boring and did fuck all else except sit at the top of their cage all day. We gave them away to an aviary.
We had a cockatiel, named Colin (even though a female), who was as miserable as sin, only took any notice off you if it wanted food and liked to eat its own shit. She escaped about a year ago and hasn't been seen since. We weep not.
We had a budgie called Fudgie (named by my daughter) for two weeks, a lovely, bright, intelligent and mischievous thing who escaped from its cage once when we were out and the cat ate its head.
We had a Golden-Mantle Rosella called Rosie with deformed feet who was another miserable-as-sin bird who did nothing all day except occassionally whistle. We gave it to a friend with an aviary and he is now as happy as larry, apparently, with a mate and everything.
We'd just about given up with birds but had one last throw of the dice and acquired an African Grey Parrot named Totoro. And he is fucking ace, apart from the shit everywhere. Massive vocabulary and scarily intelligent, and wickedly funny. Is a right clumsy fucker, several times he will miss his perch or bars of his cage, and will exclaim "Ow!" when he does so. Says "Ayup!" when you come in, "Seeya! Bye!" when you're going, and "Bed-time, Night night!" when it gets dark. Also when I play the guitar he tells me to "Shut up!" in a very disparaging manner. Ace bird, ace pet. He's currently on top of his cage pecking the fuck out of an empty can of Strongbow.
( , Wed 13 Jun 2007, 18:00, Reply)
I always had budgies as a kid, and they were great. We had Skippy, which we thought was a boy but then started to lay eggs, then Peter, which we inherited from my Granddad who died and was a bit boring (the budgie, non my Granddad), then Bluey, who was fucking ace, total nut-case, had a massive vocabulary, once told my dad's posh mate to "Piss Off!" and lived until he was 21.
As I passed into adulthood and got married I eventually continued this tradition, but we had no luck for ages.
We had two budgies, Jake and Elwood (they were blue, and brothers) who were dead fucking boring and did fuck all else except sit at the top of their cage all day. We gave them away to an aviary.
We had a cockatiel, named Colin (even though a female), who was as miserable as sin, only took any notice off you if it wanted food and liked to eat its own shit. She escaped about a year ago and hasn't been seen since. We weep not.
We had a budgie called Fudgie (named by my daughter) for two weeks, a lovely, bright, intelligent and mischievous thing who escaped from its cage once when we were out and the cat ate its head.
We had a Golden-Mantle Rosella called Rosie with deformed feet who was another miserable-as-sin bird who did nothing all day except occassionally whistle. We gave it to a friend with an aviary and he is now as happy as larry, apparently, with a mate and everything.
We'd just about given up with birds but had one last throw of the dice and acquired an African Grey Parrot named Totoro. And he is fucking ace, apart from the shit everywhere. Massive vocabulary and scarily intelligent, and wickedly funny. Is a right clumsy fucker, several times he will miss his perch or bars of his cage, and will exclaim "Ow!" when he does so. Says "Ayup!" when you come in, "Seeya! Bye!" when you're going, and "Bed-time, Night night!" when it gets dark. Also when I play the guitar he tells me to "Shut up!" in a very disparaging manner. Ace bird, ace pet. He's currently on top of his cage pecking the fuck out of an empty can of Strongbow.
( , Wed 13 Jun 2007, 18:00, Reply)
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