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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harleywe went to the wrong cat shelter, and ended up taking a cat home who was very, very ill. however, we chose him because when his cage was opened he bounded onto me and my dad, emitting the most fantastically loud, gutteral purr. he survived his illness, and was called harley for obvious reasons.
problem was, he was so happy to be here. he was obviously conscious of what a near-miss he had, and as a result had been through some kind of epiphany, believing all living creatures were amazing and he owed them all so much. this involved sitting in the garden as birds, mice and frogs hopped around him as he sat happily watching them and purring, and by sitting in the road to wait for passing humans who he thought were just FAB.
then some bastard ran him over.
we were all devistated. great cat.
(, Wed 13 Jun 2007, 19:40, Reply)
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