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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pet the second (as I too have much animal history)or is that have too much animal history?
I recall a Golden Recycler belonging to a neighbour who in classic purebred fashion just could never remember that if he came running down the carpeted stairs he'd lose grip on the polished floorboards at the bottom and go sliding straight WHUMP! into the fridge. Every time. Only fridge I've ever seen with a massive foam cushion strapped to the door.
True: my chihuahua can carry a frisbee. But not while seeing where he's going.
Feral cat in a locust plague: she'd made a nest in the bouganvillea (thorny vine) by the veranda of our farmhouse unbeknownst to us, and managed to keep a litter of kittens a) 4 feet off the ground and b) secret from us and our 2 other cats. Unless they had some sort of conspiracy thing going. Anyway, you know how cats like to play with their prey? Imagine a cat in a locust plague! Not this one; she killed with lightning speed, ruthless efficiency and not a single wasted movement. Mother of the millennium. Only animal we could never find the right name for.
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