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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The bastardMrs chilling once had a cat called 'The Bastard', named for it's evil and vindictive nature.
At the time she lived in a shared house, some of her living companions weren't that nice to the cat.
Mike (for that was his name) once kicked the bastard down the stairs, chuckled and went off for his breakfast.
He wasn't chuckling when he put his motorbike helmet on to go out on his days couriering.
The bastard had pissed and crapped in his helmet.
I've never seen a man look greener than him that evening, after he'd worn his cat shit and piss helmet for the day. He had to go and buy a new helmet the next morning.
(, Mon 11 Jun 2007, 14:42, Reply)
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