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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Kill or cureMany years ago we had miniature schnauzer mother and daughter Lucie and Sally. Then the daughter of the house decided she wanted a cat and we adopted one about a year old and called Susie. How would the three get on? Nobody knew. We decided, therefore, that there was only one way to find out. We put the dogs in the dining room and threw the cat in after them and shut the door. There was a loud scuffling and squealing as the dogs went to investigate and the cat streaked up the curtains. All eventually went quiet and we left them alone for half an hour. When we slowly opened the door on the expected carnage all three were lying in a sleepy bundle in front of the fire.
Compare and contrast this with out present cat and dog, who treat one another with contempt apart from having a taste for one another's food!
(, Thu 14 Jun 2007, 22:26, Reply)
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