Pet Stories
When 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.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
When 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.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
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He's only trying to be friendly.
Cantsleep's entry just reminded me of my sister's dog, George. George is a staffordshire bull terrier, and when he was a cute little rubbery-faced puppy, he used to sit on people's heads.
The problem is, that he is now a boisterous bundle of energy and solid muscle that still thinks he can sit on people's heads.
I discovered this last time I visited, and he tried it on me. He got as far as my shoulder, with two paws on the top of my head, trying to clamber up.
It was then I felt something alien enter my ear. Guess what it was, readers?
I was about to turn and yell "George! Down!" when I realised that if I turned my head, my mouth would be in the current position of my ear, and it would not be wise to open it.
So I started trying to beat him off.
Er. You know what I mean.
It was then my sister uttered the classic line "He's only trying to be friendly!"
Length? Well, I didn't have to buy cotton buds for some time.
( , Mon 11 Jun 2007, 13:04, Reply)
Cantsleep's entry just reminded me of my sister's dog, George. George is a staffordshire bull terrier, and when he was a cute little rubbery-faced puppy, he used to sit on people's heads.
The problem is, that he is now a boisterous bundle of energy and solid muscle that still thinks he can sit on people's heads.
I discovered this last time I visited, and he tried it on me. He got as far as my shoulder, with two paws on the top of my head, trying to clamber up.
It was then I felt something alien enter my ear. Guess what it was, readers?
I was about to turn and yell "George! Down!" when I realised that if I turned my head, my mouth would be in the current position of my ear, and it would not be wise to open it.
So I started trying to beat him off.
Er. You know what I mean.
It was then my sister uttered the classic line "He's only trying to be friendly!"
Length? Well, I didn't have to buy cotton buds for some time.
( , Mon 11 Jun 2007, 13:04, Reply)
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