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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Montie
Montie is one of the biggest, rangiest cats I've ever seen. I'm sure he thinks he's a tiger and he's got a temperament to match. He once bit through my father's thumb nail when we were trying to get him into a cat box to go to the vets.
His favourite time of year is the summer because he can go out hunting in the fields. Most mornings he arrives back with a small rabbit in his mouth and then proceeds to eat almost the whole thing, hair and all, in one sitting. All that's left are a bit of intestine, the very top of the skull and two ears. He then sleeps it off for most of the rest of the day.
However, one day he surpassed himself. He was late coming back from the fields (he usually arrives in time for our breakfast time and we sit outside and have breakfast together in the summer) and we were just clearing the table when he was spotted coming down the drive with this in his mouth:
It weighed in at just over 2lbs and he'd dragged it for about half a mile. The reason he was late was that he had to rest every few steps!
He still ate it though - took three sittings and a lot of sleeping to finish the job!
( , Tue 12 Jun 2007, 10:30, Reply)
Montie is one of the biggest, rangiest cats I've ever seen. I'm sure he thinks he's a tiger and he's got a temperament to match. He once bit through my father's thumb nail when we were trying to get him into a cat box to go to the vets.
His favourite time of year is the summer because he can go out hunting in the fields. Most mornings he arrives back with a small rabbit in his mouth and then proceeds to eat almost the whole thing, hair and all, in one sitting. All that's left are a bit of intestine, the very top of the skull and two ears. He then sleeps it off for most of the rest of the day.
However, one day he surpassed himself. He was late coming back from the fields (he usually arrives in time for our breakfast time and we sit outside and have breakfast together in the summer) and we were just clearing the table when he was spotted coming down the drive with this in his mouth:
It weighed in at just over 2lbs and he'd dragged it for about half a mile. The reason he was late was that he had to rest every few steps!
He still ate it though - took three sittings and a lot of sleeping to finish the job!
( , Tue 12 Jun 2007, 10:30, Reply)
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