Pet Stories

Pet Stories

All pet owners have tales of side splitting antics that their pets have got up to.... please send them to me at madkitten@siliconhell.com and I will add them to the page.

A Sad Warning Story - Sent in by Melissa Taylor

This story is more sad than funny. We were sitting in the living room one day, watching the kittenplay with a toy. It was an extremely hot day, so we had a huge metal fan on full blast. And, to my horror, the cat's toy went into the fan, the cat chasing it. Needless to say, the poor little thing was decapitated.

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Joyride - Sent in by Adrienne Charles, Cape Town, South Africa.

I have a 13 year-old tortoiseshell cat named Sherry. She loves sleeping in or on the car, so we usually leave the windows rolled down for her.

Early one Saturday morning, as I was leaving to go to gym, I heard a howling 'meow' coming from somewhere. Thinking she was locked in one of the cars (we have 3) I peered in, but no Sherry.

I heard it again, and was trying to work out where it was coming from when my Dad drove up from around the corner. He had taken one of our dogs, Apache, for a drive around the block. It took me 2 seconds to make sure I was seeing what I was seeing.

I waved at my Dad, to try make him stop the car, he just waved merrily at me, and the dog barked happily. But when he finally did stop, he burst out laughing to find that Sherry had been sleeping on top of the car and had just had the joyride of her life!

The claw marks on the roof indicated that she was not keen to take up 'car-surfing'. I wonder what our neighbours must have thought upon seeing the car drive by, with one happy dog in the car, and one not so very happy cat on the roof!

Sherry still sleeps in and on the car by the way.

Click here to see a picture of Sherry

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The Boatyard - Written by Mabel herself and sent in by Jan Sadler from the UK, www.painsupport.co.uk

Mabel says:

One day I went exploring a bit further than usual. I walked about 2 miles and eventually arrived at a wonderfully exciting place with lots of water and hundreds of boats with ladders up them - the boatyard. I climbed up the ladders and got into all the boats and sat and talked to the people there. I got a bit hungry then and I'd heard some chicken sounds earlier so I investigated and had a lovely time chasing them all around. I heard someone saying, "What's up with the Vicar's chicken's" but I didn't take any notice. Anyway, I couldn't be bothered with all those feathers, so I went back to the restaurant I'd passed earlier. I had a fantastic time in there, I went and sat on all the tables and lots of people talked to me and gave me all kinds of things to eat and drink. I even saw my dad, Colin, there, he was looking very serious and sat talking to some people at one of the tables. My Dad had with him that horrible basket with a lid that they stuff me into sometimes when I go to see that man who's name begins with V. He sticks sharp things in me and pokes me in very embarrassing places, so I didn't go near my Dad in case he was going to take me there again. Later the next day I was just talking to the nice man down by the carpark when he bent down, picked me up and plonked me in that basket - *!/?*!! Next thing my Dad comes and puts the box in the car and I'm back home again. Anyway, that afternoon I back down to the boatyard again, I like it down there. Then someone else saw me and stuffed me in that basket - that basket gets everywhere. I ended up back at home again and decided to give up then. It was a long way anyway and I never did like feathers. Mabel.

Mabel's Mum writes:

This is a true Mabel story. She loves going on long jaunts and fortunately we live in a small village and everyone knows about Mabel and her expeditions, so if she's been missing for a day or so and we hear of a sighting of her we leave her carrying basket with someone and when they see her they catch her (she's incredibly friendly) and bring her back to us! And the only place she doesn't like going to is, of course, the vet. She has many adventures including being locked in the Scout's hut by mistake for a week!

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Wrong Human - Sent in by Melissa Branco from New York

Somehow in my years of owning cats (and dogs and other miscellaneous creatures) I developed efficient ways of calling them. My cat, Julia, in particular seemed to respond well to a quiet clucking sound I produce by puckering my lips and flicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth. One evening, I was sitting in the living room with my mother and boyfriend, Eric. Upon hearing the way I called Julia, Eric attempted to imitate the sound. He apparently had done a decent job because Julia came running over to him. Only when she was nearly touching his hand did she realize that it was Eric (whom she was afraid of) and not me. I have never seen a cat slide on carpet to such an abrupt stop, turn, and bolt in the opposite direction. She did not appear again until morning.

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Jump to the Wall

When Ban was a kitten who had just started to go outside we let him out into the garden where we were sat. There was a tree stump that was about 1M high which was situated about 2M from a 2M high wall. He climbed up the tree stump and looked with interest at the wall in front of him. You could tell he was positioning himself for his first big jump and we watched with interest. He got into the classic cat pose, head low, backside in the air wobbling (the just before a pouce movement) and made the jump. He had all 4 paws out to the side and his head flat. He made a jump of about 70cm and splatted to the floor landing on his belly with his paws flat on the floor out to the side. We were in stitches! He looked so bewildered about why he hadn't landed on the wall. It took him about 2 weeks before he was able to jump from the tree to the wall!

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That's My Chair! - Sent in by Tony Jarvie from Scotland

At the same time as having our cat, we also had a dog. We had had the cat for about 2 or 3 years before we got the dog, so she naturally regarded herself as being in charge. The dog had her own chair, which she used to sleep on, but on many occasions, the dog would be happily sleeping on her chair, and the cat would come up and sit in front of the chair and stare at the dog. After about 10 minutes or so, the dog would become restless in her sleep, eventually wake up, get down off the chair, lie on the rug, and go back to sleep. At that point, the cat would hop up onto the nice warm chair, and go to sleep!

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Dog Attacks - Sent in by Tony Jarvie from Scotland

I was looking through the website, and I saw the picture of the dog, with the advice to cats to attack them. I thought I'd pass on what my cat used to do;

She didn't like dogs at all, so what she used to do was sit on top of the fence round the garden, which was about 6 feet tall, and wait for a dog to go by. When it did, she would wait until it had passed by, and then jump down, claws out, and catch the dog on its backside. The dog wouldn't be able to see where the pain was coming from, (as my cat was chasing it, with her claws out), and she would chase the dog for a good couple of minutes. She once managed to chase a German Shepard all round the house, in the bath, around the bedrooms, etc! My cat originally had a name, but after seeing her constantly preening herself, she became known as Posey, and that name stuck. We had her for about 12 years, until about 1993.

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