Accidental animal cruelty
I once invented a brilliant game - I'd sit at the top of the stairs and throw cat biscuits to the bottom. My cat would eat them, then I'd shake the box, and he would run up the stairs for more biscuits. Then - of course - I'd throw a biscuit back down to the bottom. I kept this going for about half an hour, amused at my little game, and all was fine until the cat vomited. I felt absolutely dreadful.
Have you accidentally been cruel to an animal?
This question has been revived from way, way, way back on the b3ta messageboard when it was all fields round here.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:13)
I once invented a brilliant game - I'd sit at the top of the stairs and throw cat biscuits to the bottom. My cat would eat them, then I'd shake the box, and he would run up the stairs for more biscuits. Then - of course - I'd throw a biscuit back down to the bottom. I kept this going for about half an hour, amused at my little game, and all was fine until the cat vomited. I felt absolutely dreadful.
Have you accidentally been cruel to an animal?
This question has been revived from way, way, way back on the b3ta messageboard when it was all fields round here.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:13)
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pigeon spanking
after a long heavy night out, both in the pub, and at our friend's house, I decide that my rediscovered sobriety and the impending sunrise must mean its time to head home. Obviously, having a car means you're prone to being coerced into driving people home. Like Billy, who happened to live out in the sticks.
So, I drive him home without incident, leaving me and Dave to head back to civilisation.
on the way back, we round a corner to notice to see the early birds picking at that nights crop of roadkill. You know the sort of wannabe vultures: magpies, blackbirds, crows... and one lone pigeon.
Now, i have a habit of driving fast on quiet roads (not above the speed limit though, officer), and these birds seem aware of the fact, and scatter off towards the roadside.
except for the pigeon.
obviously high on some kind of avian crack or PCP, it decided it can outrun me, while remaining at windscreen level.
Clearly no one told it that it can't fly at 55mph
the windscreen made contact with the pigeons arse *THUD* and sent the winged rat tumbling over my roof, onto the road behind
we spent the remainder of the 10 minute driving trying not to piss ourselves from excessive laughing
length, girth, etc
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 13:05, Reply)
after a long heavy night out, both in the pub, and at our friend's house, I decide that my rediscovered sobriety and the impending sunrise must mean its time to head home. Obviously, having a car means you're prone to being coerced into driving people home. Like Billy, who happened to live out in the sticks.
So, I drive him home without incident, leaving me and Dave to head back to civilisation.
on the way back, we round a corner to notice to see the early birds picking at that nights crop of roadkill. You know the sort of wannabe vultures: magpies, blackbirds, crows... and one lone pigeon.
Now, i have a habit of driving fast on quiet roads (not above the speed limit though, officer), and these birds seem aware of the fact, and scatter off towards the roadside.
except for the pigeon.
obviously high on some kind of avian crack or PCP, it decided it can outrun me, while remaining at windscreen level.
Clearly no one told it that it can't fly at 55mph
the windscreen made contact with the pigeons arse *THUD* and sent the winged rat tumbling over my roof, onto the road behind
we spent the remainder of the 10 minute driving trying not to piss ourselves from excessive laughing
length, girth, etc
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 13:05, Reply)
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