Here Pussy Pussy.

All pet cats should die. Useless objects. The end!!!:mad:;)
 
All pet cats do die - but only after being wonderful objects for anything up to twenty years!
 
All pet cats do die - but only after being wonderful objects for anything up to twenty years!

Your only saying that as you've gone and got yourself a nice young pussy to play with :naughty:
 
Your only saying that as you've gone and got yourself a nice young pussy to play with :naughty:


I'll tell her you said that!!;)
 
All pet cats do die - but only after being wonderful objects for anything up to twenty years!


Mine was a f*****g (swear filter) useless, aggressive, nasty wee sheeeitte of a thing. Hate em.
 
I was scared to enter initially!:D
 
FUSKY FUSKINSON was my cat and it was given to me when I had a garage - man pulls up in car with 15 cats in the tailgate of his car - opens up and this one came right to me I asked if it was his spare he needed repairing and it was, I asked about the cats all over the place and he said want one - NO way - but I ended up with one..

It would not go out the door when I got it home it slept all day and terrorized me all night - Feline Devil Im sure it was a trainee for the Baader-Meinhof terrorist group. I used to take it out in the car - it would not let a pad touch the cold pavement so I had to open the car door on the kerb - open the front door of the house (terrace) and it would of its own accord take a run up and jump the gap - wait for me and when I got in the driving seat it would reside on the left top side of the seat often purring and giving my left ear the occasional lick...It went out with me in this manor on a regular basis....it was cramping my style....no one could visit as it saw me and itself as the pack....in short the thing was derranged - I often woke up with it drapped around my balding head with a load of hair hanging out of its gob and my head all sticky with cat spit.....It was a very odd time of my life.

The bloke who gave it to me - visited the garage about 2 years later and asked if I still had it and could he have it back - its mother had been knocked down by a car and his kids were bereft and this one was the one that had almost identical markings - I relented and brought it back in to the garage....I am sure to this day the thing knew what was happening as it was acting very odd in the car going though the Mersey tunnel. The kids arrive and the cat remembered them and was visibly torn between me and the old owners it was all very surreal at the time.

But was a funny few years.

Why then do I tell this story? I actually owe my life to that cat and its actions on one particular afternoon prevented my premature demise.

God Bless my old cat.


Now the ones that dig up my garden
 
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