Can you tell me a story about your favorite pet?

Answer 1

My favorite story may seem mean, but here goes:

My roommate's cat was used to being let outside by way of the screen door to the deck, in back of the house. Well, after getting a new doorwall installed, I closed both the screen part and the regular door. Not being used to that, she pounced when I opened the glass door. She ran smack dab into the middle of the screen and literally bounced backward! It is one of the softer screen doors I have seen, so I doubt that it hurt her much. But we couldn't help but laugh a bit over it. Poor kitty.

Answer 2

My cat is called tippy,because he has a white tip on his tail.I stole him,or you could say catnapped him.The family who had him neglected him.His ribs were sticking out,and he was left out in the snow and rain.If it was pouring of rain he would try to take cover under an old bit of saturated cardboard.He limped and sat with his paw raised,I thought it was like arthritus due to being out in all weathers.They wouldn't let him in the house because he spayed all the stuff out his bum.He constantly meowed for food but never got any.So I stole him.I took him to the vet,got him 'fixed' out and brought him home.I have a female cat so he had a cat friend.He soon settled in,and now he looks like a big bunny!!!! He loves a cuddle,and snoozing on his back in front of the fire.His limp has gone,and he has been with me over 4 years now.

Answer 3

would fav kinfolk reminiscence is whilst my mum exchange into shifting the fixtures around in the front room room and me and my sisters have been helping. i desperate to bypass and get a drink then i got here back in the front room room and alter into like 'mum exchange into is there a turtle on the wall' she concept i exchange into loopy yet then she observed a small plastic turtle caught up on the wall. She placed it there to get it out of ways and that i presumed it exchange into actual and to this present day my kinfolk wont enable me stay it down (i exchange into having a blonde 2d however the element is I easily have darkish brown hair) LOL!! hehehe

Answer 4

I used to have a cat that thought it was fun to run down the hall and jump up and turn the hallway light switch off.

Answer 5

i am procrastinating going out back b/c 20 minutes ago my cat caught a squirrel and I'm secretly hoping when I look out back it's gonna disappear.

I'm in denial, it's gonna by bloody and gross. I think I'm gonna get a new doormat.

Answer 6

My black & white cat, Kissy, is the most demanding and prissy female it has ever been my pleasure to meet!

Answer 7

My bird Benny flew away the second day I got him.

Answer 8

Here's a storry about my favorite cat.

This was submitted by a guy who purchased his lovely wife a "pocket Taser" for their anniversary.

Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Toni. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were suppose to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.... WAY TOO COOL!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries,. Right?!!!

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.

All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!"

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.....

I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head ****** to one side as to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION@!@$$!%!@*!!!

I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and! Over ag ain. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!"
Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative.

SON-OF-A-.. That hurt like hell!!! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles! I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return.

Still in shock,
Tommy