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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Our menagerie
First came the spiffy goldfish and the twin hamsters. Once the evil one died, the nice one buried her by pulling all her toys over her dead sister. The goldfish also died, several times each.
Them my sister got the rabbit. He arrived hiding in his box. He started off as Poppy but became Pumpkin when we realised he was humping our feet. As he grew he became like a loveable dog, thumping his feet when he saw us coming home, running up to play with our feet, licking our necks when we picked him up and snuggling his nose up to ours in his way of hugging. He'd nibble our flowers, happily go for walks in his lead, come on holidays and sneakily pee on our beds.
He died a few days before christmas and my sister was devastated, as were we all. He wasn't just a pet. It turns out he'd been in pain for a wee while without ever letting on, the brave wee soul.
There was also the Hamster who came, scampered, and passed away during Pumpkin's life. She arrived in her box with her nose stuck in the air hole from trying to investigate the lovely new smells. Daisy was adorable, like a little mummy but small and cute and fluffy. She never bit unless you tasted of peanut butter, adored chocolate fingers and got a wee bit chubby. She had some sort of fit, but she was an old lady. My mum was devastated this time as she'd adopted Daisy off my brother.
Now we've got my mad green budgie Roshi who came just before Daisy, still alive and biting our fingers. She arrived trying to get out of her box with ever means possible. But she slips up and shows she loves us every so often. Also strawberries which I found out today when I came back to find her beak completely pink. She'll try to fly, get exhausted after two feet, collapse on the floor and waddle about adventuring and nibbling your toes quite happily until she feels up to flying back to her mirror, which she feeds.
I'm after a little tortoise and a pair of lovebirds in my lifetime but the boyfriend is protesting as he wil have to live with them too.
( , Wed 13 Jun 2007, 21:56, Reply)
First came the spiffy goldfish and the twin hamsters. Once the evil one died, the nice one buried her by pulling all her toys over her dead sister. The goldfish also died, several times each.
Them my sister got the rabbit. He arrived hiding in his box. He started off as Poppy but became Pumpkin when we realised he was humping our feet. As he grew he became like a loveable dog, thumping his feet when he saw us coming home, running up to play with our feet, licking our necks when we picked him up and snuggling his nose up to ours in his way of hugging. He'd nibble our flowers, happily go for walks in his lead, come on holidays and sneakily pee on our beds.
He died a few days before christmas and my sister was devastated, as were we all. He wasn't just a pet. It turns out he'd been in pain for a wee while without ever letting on, the brave wee soul.
There was also the Hamster who came, scampered, and passed away during Pumpkin's life. She arrived in her box with her nose stuck in the air hole from trying to investigate the lovely new smells. Daisy was adorable, like a little mummy but small and cute and fluffy. She never bit unless you tasted of peanut butter, adored chocolate fingers and got a wee bit chubby. She had some sort of fit, but she was an old lady. My mum was devastated this time as she'd adopted Daisy off my brother.
Now we've got my mad green budgie Roshi who came just before Daisy, still alive and biting our fingers. She arrived trying to get out of her box with ever means possible. But she slips up and shows she loves us every so often. Also strawberries which I found out today when I came back to find her beak completely pink. She'll try to fly, get exhausted after two feet, collapse on the floor and waddle about adventuring and nibbling your toes quite happily until she feels up to flying back to her mirror, which she feeds.
I'm after a little tortoise and a pair of lovebirds in my lifetime but the boyfriend is protesting as he wil have to live with them too.
( , Wed 13 Jun 2007, 21:56, Reply)
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