Posted: April 29, 2010, 3 a.m. EST
Erik was my first childhood pet. |
From living in a household of four boys I’ve discovered that burps and farts are both a form of entertainment and torture. Something tells me that I should have figured this out sooner, but I guess the point is that I’ve finally learned it. So it shouldn’t have been a surprise when my parents came to visit this past weekend and somehow I found myself in a
conversation with my dad about my childhood cat Erik and his notorious fart stories.
Erik was my first pet cat when I was 9. We got him as a kitten — he happened to follow my dad out of the pet store in a cardboard carrier, much to my mom’s chagrin. However she grew to love him and he grew into one giant
tuxedo cat. I’m pretty sure he was bigger than the average chihuahua. He ruled the neighborhood but was ever so gentle with us children, who were just so excited to have a cat.
Back on topic, I have no idea how we got there but the topic of cat farts came up. My dad shared how Erik would come in from outside to sit on his lap. He would then fart and jump down to go on with his business. “He would come in just to share that with me,” my dad said. This, somehow, brought to mind the memory of when we first brought Erik home. I, of course, had to have my share of Erik stories too.
We were sitting in our TV room and Erik, a tiny kitten at the time, was bouncing around on the couch. His front paws hit the armrest of the couch and out came a tiny but loud cat fart. Erik stopped bouncing and looked around at the rest of us with a “What was that?” look on his face. It was both accusing and curious. The memory still makes me smile.
Erik passed over to the Rainbow Bridge when I was a senior in high school, but it’s so wonderful to be able to sit around with the family and laugh about the wonderful memories we have about him. Do you have any great cat fart stories to share?
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