Growing up we created memorable moments with our pets...Once our cat, Winkie
got sprayed by a skunk and mom told us to put tomato juice on her to take away
the smell!?! Poor thing, she didn't smell anymore but ended up being pale orange for a couple of days! She probably didn't find it too humorous...but the memory still is!
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Humorous childhood pet memory
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I broke my leg when I was ten and had a cast up to my hip. Shortly thereafter our cat Missy had her first and only litter of kittens. When they were a little bigger my dad brought the "crew" inside to visit with me since I couldn't go out to the shed to see them. They decided to crawl DOWN INSIDE my cast! I almost had to have it cut off to get them out! They sunk their claws into the cast material and were NOT gonna come out! LOL
Posted 2 years ago by mollycat71 #
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Wow, 2 good stories! The first thing that comes to mind is when we had hamsters and one got loose. First thing to be done was to evacuate the kitties from the house. Eventually the wandering hamster was found...in the cats' bed!
Posted 2 years ago by JoanfromNewJersey #
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I have a humorous hamster story too! My brothers hamster Tuffy got lost for three days. We searched high and low with no luck. At the time we lived in an apartment building over a movie theater and my mom worked the candy stand in the theater. One day a woman from the bar two doors down came into the theater and asked if anyone was missing a hamster. Apparently Tuffy walked right in the front door of the bar! The bar patrons were feeding him peanuts and beer! Tuffy made it back home, he probably had a hangover, but no worse for wear!
Posted 2 years ago by debsterwiz #
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ROFLOL at Deb's story! A drunken hamster!
Posted 2 years ago by mollycat71 #
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We had a song canary, Tweetie, when I was a kid. He was an amazingly affectionate, playful tiny creature. Once in awhile we'd make sure all outside doors and windows were closed, the kitchen closed off, no fans running, and then let him out of his cage to fly around the house. He was alway totally housebroken like a fine little bird, flying back to his cage to make a mess then back out around the house. Of course, we stayed with him every inch of the way to supervise for safety.
Only one time did he mess outside the cage. My Dad had just finished having a shower only 30 minutes earlier after hot work mowing the grass. Tweetie was having a fine fly around and decided to land on Dad's bald head. PLOP went a substantial birdie pie on Dad's bald pate. Tweetie looked so ashamed of himself and started chirping at Dad and nuzzling him.
Dad gave Tweetie some sweet talk and petting. Then Dad went and took another complete shower and change of clothes! He knew he could have simply washed his head but psychologically he needed that total shower and fresh clothes!
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