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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My catsJust for the sake of it, here are my cats.
I don't really have much of a story, just their family tree.
My friend Samia had three cats.
-Two boys named Orange and Butt-Butt, one girl named Rudy. None of them neutered.
-Orange got Rudy pregnant and she gave birth to five kittens.
-Before they popped out, Orange was neutered.
-Butt-Butt was allowed to keep his balls because she thought he was gay. Yes, this will be relevant later.
-The five cats were given away. I wanted one but couldn't have one. One Korean woman took two for her children, who we'd named Knuckles and Punkin.
-After several months, the woman came back to my friend. "These cats aren't disciplined! They keep playing with each other!" She was displeased. So to maximise punishment, she decided to separate them, keeping Punkin and giving Knuckles back to Samia.
-Soon after, Rudy was pregnant. The father was Knuckles (her son).
-Rudy gave birth to five kittens. I took the cutest of the litter, a grey tortoiseshell named after Millie Small.
-Now all the male cats were neutered except Butt-Butt, who Samia still was convinced was gay. Rudy, the only girl, was not spayed.
-Rudy got pregnant again. I adopted one of the cats, who we named after Prince Buster.
So now Millie is Buster's older half sister, and Buster is Millie's uncle. Actually, Millie might be her own aunt.
Enough of that. Here's a picture. Don't worry, they won't ever have kittens.
(, Fri 15 Jun 2007, 3:19, Reply)
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