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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In the bar of a gliding club which had better remain nameless, the talk turned, as it does, to parachuting cats. Being practical people, there was only one way to settle the matter. A small parachute and harness were made and the clubhouse cat lured out with a sardine.
Strapped in. Taken to the balcony of the WWII airfield control tower which served as clubhouse. Thrown off.
Wheeeee. The parachute worked perfectly and the cat didn't seem to mind the experience too much. In fact, he liked it so much that he came trotting back up the stairs, trailing the parachute and asked, as cats can, to be thrown off again.
This got to be quite a regular event, and the cat would eventually thrown itself off the balcony for the fun of floating to the ground.
Until the sad day when someone left the window open and the cat, siezing the chance, sneaked out and jumped. The parachute, alas, was still in the cupboard ...
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 15:02, 3 replies)
In the bar of a gliding club which had better remain nameless, the talk turned, as it does, to parachuting cats. Being practical people, there was only one way to settle the matter. A small parachute and harness were made and the clubhouse cat lured out with a sardine.
Strapped in. Taken to the balcony of the WWII airfield control tower which served as clubhouse. Thrown off.
Wheeeee. The parachute worked perfectly and the cat didn't seem to mind the experience too much. In fact, he liked it so much that he came trotting back up the stairs, trailing the parachute and asked, as cats can, to be thrown off again.
This got to be quite a regular event, and the cat would eventually thrown itself off the balcony for the fun of floating to the ground.
Until the sad day when someone left the window open and the cat, siezing the chance, sneaked out and jumped. The parachute, alas, was still in the cupboard ...
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 15:02, 3 replies)
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Despite myself, I clicked. I read that with mounting horror, then laughter, then, "oooochhhh!"
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 15:08, closed)
Despite myself, I clicked. I read that with mounting horror, then laughter, then, "oooochhhh!"
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 15:08, closed)
Funnily enough.
Hundreds of cats were parachuted onto Borneo by the British, in the good old days of the empire.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 17:28, closed)
Hundreds of cats were parachuted onto Borneo by the British, in the good old days of the empire.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 17:28, closed)
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