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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When I was a nipperI had the best cat in the world. He was more like a dog than a cat, he'd chase sticks and was always very attentive. The best bit about him was that every morning, without fail, he would jump into bed with me and snuggle up to my face. Oh, how I loved Trevor.
Then one day he was gone. Dad woke me up one morning and told me Trevor passed away in the night - it must have been a heart attack, he said. I cried and cried and cried. I was inconsolable for 2 days.
Fast forward 15 years and a slightly drunken father, at a dinner party with family and friends, regaled us all with the story of how one day many years ago, he had jumped over a fence as our stupid bloody cat ran under it. All 16 stone of my fat arse father came down on Trevors head. The worst thing was that he survived for two days after this before dying.
Heart attack my arse. The poor bastard died of fat man on the head syndrome.
RIP Trev.
(, Thu 14 Jun 2007, 4:41, Reply)
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