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For all the fluffeh kitteh lovers... bear with me.

After her only-child son had 'flown the nest' my mums friend obtained a cat to lavish her attention and immense affections upon. A couple of years after that I called to mums one day and found her friend obviously brokenhearted with makeup streaked down her cheeks.

Through a filter of sobs and tears I was told that her beloved companion had (amazingly) somehow managed to get its collar caught on a hanging-basket bracket (which it apparently liked to use as a perch of sorts) and she'd found it hanging, lifeless when she'd gone out to the garden.

With caring sympathy, I gently enquired;
Awww. Do you think he was depressed?

That kind and caring woman who's known me since I was about 5 still looks at me with a deserved hint of "You cunt".
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 4 Nov 2011, 13:30, 1 reply)

ok, that's funny

( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 5 Nov 2011, 14:20, closed)