Us ladies on Beaut have all got mad love for animals, Aisling’s cats are the most n’awwh inducing things I’ve ever encountered while Anna’s Ju Ju and Lynnie’s Boris are VIP family members . Stevie, my little tabby man, is usually a well-behaved chap. He plays fetch, tag and functions as a hot water bottle when needed.
One morning, I woke up feeling like I had only been sleeping for two seconds. Stevie cares not for my lack of sleep and set about meowing for his breakfast. “One second chicken, your mammy is very tired today.” I said, smushing my face back into the pillow. “Insolence!” He meowed, before hopping up onto my bed and taking a slash.
That told me.
How can you not forgive this face? Stevie pulls a better pose than Kate Moss
Other pets have done far worse – my dog ravaged my sister’s Furby when we were out of the house. Images of it slowing singing Daisy, Daisy like HAL while being shaken from left to right in a Rottweiler/German Shepard mix haunted me for years.
A stray pregnant cat that I befriended gave birth to kittens and a whole load of bodily fluids on my pillow, as I slept.
I’ve no doubt that my stories pale in comparison to yours, so let us know – what has been your pet’s darkest moment? To the comments!