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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As childrenMy brother and I used to get calves every year. Weird I know. Basically my parents would buy us a calf each that we got to feed and look after and then when it was big enough we'd kill it and then eat it. Looking back it seems so much more fucked up than it did at the time.
Anyway, one year my calf escaped and ran down the road where it was spotted by our neighbour eating his lettuces. Now this neighbour was a dwarf short of an orgy at the best of times and went mental when he saw this cow and so pulled out his shotgun and pumped him full of lead.
Two weeks late we were sat around the table spitting out little bits of shot as we enjoyed our Sunday roast.
True story.
(, Thu 14 Jun 2007, 8:13, Reply)
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