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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Rainbow Lorikeet called JackMy father-in-law breeds Lorikeets as a hobby and as of now has nearly twenty breeding pairs, this is all great as he hand rears most of the brids and whenever I visit I enjoy helping out.
It all started around seven years ago with a single Rainbow Lorikeet called Jack. Jack was the first hand reared bird my father-in-law bred and instead of being an indoor bird he got a enclosure outside in the fresh air.
Over time Jack has amassed quite a vocablary thanks to hearing things shouted in the back garden and around the farm. Indeed many people just go and talk to him because you're almost certain to get a funny comment out of him.
My father-in-laws sister, one day she is out in the back garden and heard Jack mumbling to himself. So she goes over to his enclosure and asks him what he is saying. To which his reply, in a near perfect copy of my english accent, was "bugger off". I of course had to take the blame for this as "bugger" is something I've been known to utter when I'm working around the farm and i've broken something I shouldn't have. Still I don't know where the "off" came from as I've never uttered bugger off at the in-laws.
(, Thu 14 Jun 2007, 1:49, Reply)
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