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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Neurotic budgie
After my grandfather died, we got my grandmother a budgie as low-maintenance company. The bird's time on Earth was not good.
For one thing, my grandmother reasoned that birds fly, therefore the budgie ought to fly, too. Thus, if she ever caught it not flying, she would wave her stick at it until it took off. And when I say "ever", I mean EVER. It was never allowed not to be flying when she was in the room. It must have been exhausted. It certainly developed a fear of people.
Anyway, eventually my grandmother announded that she could no longer cope with the house, and that it was time for her to go into kennels. The bird couldn't go with her, and so it fell to me to become its surrogate parent.
I did my best to nurture the budgie back to some semblance of mental health. I was doing quite well, too. Noticing that the budgie would sing when he could hear other birds outside, I decided that it would be nice of me to go to the library and take out one of those sound-effects albums featuring birdsong.
I found what I thought would be perfect. Ninety-odd samples of all kinds of avian call. I put on the CD and felt a warm glow...
The budgie panicked. I don't know exactly how I could tell this - but he did. I'd pressed play without noticing that the first 15 minutes of the disc was comprised of recordings of birds of prey.
Length? Three weeks of wasted bird therapy. He escaped soon after.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 15:19, 2 replies)
After my grandfather died, we got my grandmother a budgie as low-maintenance company. The bird's time on Earth was not good.
For one thing, my grandmother reasoned that birds fly, therefore the budgie ought to fly, too. Thus, if she ever caught it not flying, she would wave her stick at it until it took off. And when I say "ever", I mean EVER. It was never allowed not to be flying when she was in the room. It must have been exhausted. It certainly developed a fear of people.
Anyway, eventually my grandmother announded that she could no longer cope with the house, and that it was time for her to go into kennels. The bird couldn't go with her, and so it fell to me to become its surrogate parent.
I did my best to nurture the budgie back to some semblance of mental health. I was doing quite well, too. Noticing that the budgie would sing when he could hear other birds outside, I decided that it would be nice of me to go to the library and take out one of those sound-effects albums featuring birdsong.
I found what I thought would be perfect. Ninety-odd samples of all kinds of avian call. I put on the CD and felt a warm glow...
The budgie panicked. I don't know exactly how I could tell this - but he did. I'd pressed play without noticing that the first 15 minutes of the disc was comprised of recordings of birds of prey.
Length? Three weeks of wasted bird therapy. He escaped soon after.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 15:19, 2 replies)
Oh, well done sir!
Most of the posts so far have been about physical abuse.
Fucking with a budgie's mental state is just that little bit classier.
*click*
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 17:41, closed)
Most of the posts so far have been about physical abuse.
Fucking with a budgie's mental state is just that little bit classier.
*click*
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 17:41, closed)
Wow
That must have been one MESSED up bird. Added kudos for the mental anguish at the end.
*clicks*
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 1:16, closed)
That must have been one MESSED up bird. Added kudos for the mental anguish at the end.
*clicks*
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 1:16, closed)
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