Purrs In Our Hearts - Cat Forum UK
Cat General => General Cat Chat => Topic started by: Pinkbear (Julie) on June 28, 2007, 01:12:37 AM
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I was cooking dinner tonight and it reminded me of a tale which I thought some of you may find amusing. I've read about some of the things folk's furbabes have brought home, but you'll have to go a way to beat this...
Years ago, when the Jumpster was between 3 and 5, he was a bit of a 'geezer'. I would often wake up to find things I didn't buy and didn't recognise. Toy mice, dog chews, he even bought home an aliceband once.
One evening, I was absent-mindedly doing the washing up when I was suddenly aware Jumpster was at me feet. I looked down and he appeared to be bending over a fish's tail. I was horrified as I figured he's been at next door's Koi again! On closer inspection, it turned out to be a whole Mackerel! :-:
Now, the shrewd night think maybe a passing Seagull had dropped it in the garden. But at the time, I was living 40 miles from the nearest coastline and the Seagulls round there hadn't seen a fish for weeks. It puzzled me for days, did that one.
Next week, I was walking along my street when Mrs Brickwood (Small Jack Russell, polishes the Church brasses, makes tea at Age Concern - you know the type) stopped me for a chat.
Mrs Brickwood: "Hello, dear!"
Me: "Hello Mrs Brickwood, how are you?"
Mrs Brickwood: "Not good, dear. I've been under the doctor since last Tuesday..."
Me (stiffling giggle at inuendo): "Oh, dear. What's wrong?"
Mrs Brickwood: "I think I've got that dementia thing. It started on Monday. I remember the phone ringing. I went to answer it. It was my cousin from Leicester. But when I finished talking to her, I went back to the kitchen to start dinner, and it was gone!"
Me: "What was gone?"
Mrs Brickwood: "My nice fresh Mackerel that I'd just bought from Waitrose.... or at least I think I bought it.... Mr Johnston at number 56 said it might have been that cat. You know, the ginger and white one..."
Me: "Er..."
Mrs Brickwood: " Mr Johnson says that cat is a right pest. Always in his house stealing his Tiddle's toys... You must of seen him!"
Me: "Er.. no... I don't think I have." :shify:
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Love it!!!
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:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
Years ago, Max came in with a whole nicely cooked steak and ate it in the lounge. I was puzzled so asked my elderly neighbour (both he and Max at the bridge now) if he'd lost a cooked steak. Ivor (neighbour) was a lovely old bloke, very understanding of my cats habits of digging his garden. Ivor and Max used to sit together on his garden bench.
When I asked him about the steak, he looked shifty and said he hadn't lost anything, but I had suspicions he'd given it to Max but didn't want to tell me cos he knew I'd had words with another neighbour about feeding my cats. :rofl:
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Great stories :rofl:
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:rofl: They're rotten so and sos these moggies...
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Tell me about it - willow has a habit of sniffing your dinner then sneezing over it :sick:
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Oh I love the fish tail :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
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:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: Brilliant!
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:rofl: :rofl: great stories!
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:rofl: :rofl: