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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Confused doggy incestNow my dearest pooch Molly died recently, damn dog, anyway, when reflecting on the joys she'd brought me throughout her life, such as loving the smell of a dead seagull carcass so much, she couldn't help but role her soft and fluffy fur in it.
Anyway, the memory that sticks in mind the most involves her brother Max, who lived with my Aunty round the corner. Molly and Max were thick as thieves when kids, always up to no good, chasing cats, crapping in the neighbour’s garden, and of course in their teens, sexual experimentation came along.
Much to my aghast, one day I cam home to find them at it in the garden... "Max, get off..." I started to shout before I realised poor Max was being taken, well, doggy style by Molly. And Molly was female. Ah the look of shame on Max's face will stay with me forever.
Good old Molly, weird but lovely dog.
Be gentle, it's my first time
(, Wed 13 Jun 2007, 20:47, Reply)
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