Pet Stories
When 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.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
When 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.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
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Persephone, Goddess of the greek underworld.
I have a Cat called Persephone, either after the goddess of the greek underworld, or a planet from Joss Whedons Firefly, I'm just not sure.
I came back from a party one morning rather hung over, I'd left her and her sister stockpiles of brandname cat food and biscuits so they didnt have anything to complain about.
I walked through the door and promptly callapsed on my bed. well that was the plan.
Perse Face. as she is lovingly referred too jumps up with her favourite shoelace based toy and makes it clear I am needed for the proceedings.
I threw it away and went back to checking how many brain cells i'd lost. She runs after it. picks it up, jumps back on the bed. Stops, puts it down and walks over to me. Looks me in the eyes.
the she bloody bops me on the nose with a left hook! I'm getting fisty cuffs from a damn cat.
she wasnt too content with my bewildered giggling and kept up the Rocky impression.
( , Fri 15 Jun 2007, 1:34, Reply)
I have a Cat called Persephone, either after the goddess of the greek underworld, or a planet from Joss Whedons Firefly, I'm just not sure.
I came back from a party one morning rather hung over, I'd left her and her sister stockpiles of brandname cat food and biscuits so they didnt have anything to complain about.
I walked through the door and promptly callapsed on my bed. well that was the plan.
Perse Face. as she is lovingly referred too jumps up with her favourite shoelace based toy and makes it clear I am needed for the proceedings.
I threw it away and went back to checking how many brain cells i'd lost. She runs after it. picks it up, jumps back on the bed. Stops, puts it down and walks over to me. Looks me in the eyes.
the she bloody bops me on the nose with a left hook! I'm getting fisty cuffs from a damn cat.
she wasnt too content with my bewildered giggling and kept up the Rocky impression.
( , Fri 15 Jun 2007, 1:34, Reply)
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