Accidental animal crueltyI 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.
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rob, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:13)
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A farewell to rodentsTo look at one's life in this perspective; So many small skeletons scattered on the ground, like offerings to a deranged deity. Ah, the humanity.
My first dead rodent was a hamster that electrocuted itself while its cage was being cleaned. It ate through an electric wire and died with a strange "Eeeeep" on it's lips. Better to go out with an eeeep than a whimper I guess.
(One of my former girlfriends had a hamster, by the way. It ate its own babies).
My guinea pig was smarter than the hamster, and did not kill itself. Apparently (I can't remember this, my cousin told me) I put it out of the window, because it "needs to be free". Even at age five I had a strong sense of justice. My parents tried to find it, but it seems the cat or something ate the stiff, frozen corpse. This was in the middle of a harsh, Norwegian winter.
The third, and last, rodent I killed myself was a pet rat. I stepped on it. It wasn't mine, but belonged to a girl I had the hots for. She cried, but wouldn't let me comfort her.
The last case of rodent death was on a much larger scale, close to genocide actually. For those who don't know, the Lemming is a strange and interesting critter. (They can, in fact, become so angry that they burst. Internally, though. Disappointing, that). They reproduce at a staggering rate, and some years there are too many of them - this is when we have the lovely lemming runs in Norway. (Driving to the mountains and hitting hundreds of little bumps is no fun.) On one memorable occasion we went grouse hunting with a dog, a schnauser. It got out of the car and just started eating the cute little vole-like things. I have no idea how many, but at the end of the first day it just laid on the bed of the hunting lodge, sighing and letting loose enormous evil-smelling farts. I've never seen so large dogshits in my life. And I've never forgotten the joy in the eyes of this murdering purebred bastard, when it jumped up to give me a big, sloppy dogkiss with its foul, lemminginfected breath and a tongue that I actually could see small hairs on.
What will its punishment be in Hell, I wonder?
(, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 18:18, 1 reply)
Schnauser"just laid on the bed of the hunting lodge, sighing and letting loose enormous evil-smelling farts..."
God, that reminds me of a girl I used to date!
(, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 18:21, closed)
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