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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I've been meaning to post for a while but haven't gotten round to it.Ok, here goes.
At the moment I am the owner of 3 dogs - a scotty known as Al Pacino, a Mong(rel) known as Gordon and a border collie called Lucy.
I can't really say I own Lucy because we are only looking after her while my Aunt and Cousin are in the Dominican Republic but the other two are technically ours.
How we acquired Cino and Gordon has a rather lengthy tale behind it and I will try to explain as best I can.
My neighbours came to us one day and asked if it would be alright for us to look after two of their friends dogs, for said friends were going abroad to a particular country where dogs weren't treated all that well and the owners were afraid of what would happen to the dogs if they were taken along. So we ended up with them for what we thought would be 6 months. After the 6 months we had decided that if looking after animals was our thing we would get some of our own.
After looking after the (already stupidly named) dogs for about 3 months we received word that the original owners were getting divorced because the bloke had been cheating on the woman. We weren't sure if we would be allowed to keep the dogs or not but we kept our fingers crossed, as by this point we had grown quite attached to them.
After yet another couple of months we were informed that the bloke, still being in aforementioned foreign place, had been surrounded by Guerillas while he was driving and was shot and killed.
So, the chances for us keeping the dogs were getting lower, as presumably the woman was going to come back and get them.
However!
She didn't. She told us that she was quite happy for us to keep the dogs because she wouldn't have time for them anymore after getting a new job/promotion/something similar.
2 years on we still have the dogs and everybodys happy. Except the bloke. He got shot.
Also, the neighbours that I mentioned earlier have recently brought a cat. They called it Mooshka. What The Fuck?
(, Thu 14 Jun 2007, 17:11, Reply)
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