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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Feline storage solutions
My now deceased aunt possessed:-
a - A ground floor council flat.
b - A cupboard.
c - A tabby called Billy.
At the time of which I write she regrettably no longer possessed a full set of marbles.
She understood that Billy needed to promenade outside the flat on a daily basis to discharge his greater and lesser bodily functions.
Increasingly, however, she failed to understand the critical distinction between the cupboard and the front door of the council flat.
Family and health visitors quickly learned that their first port of call at Auntie Vera's flat was the cupboard as Billy was regularly incarcerated therein.
Billy, fortuitously, was a cat of particularly patient and good natured aspect and quickly learned to adapt to his unusual storage arrangements.
Sadly as Vera's situation deteriorated Billy was presented to the second-hand cat shop. Twenty years ago and I still wonder how Billy got on with his new owners and any cupboards that they may have owned.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 21:09, Reply)
My now deceased aunt possessed:-
a - A ground floor council flat.
b - A cupboard.
c - A tabby called Billy.
At the time of which I write she regrettably no longer possessed a full set of marbles.
She understood that Billy needed to promenade outside the flat on a daily basis to discharge his greater and lesser bodily functions.
Increasingly, however, she failed to understand the critical distinction between the cupboard and the front door of the council flat.
Family and health visitors quickly learned that their first port of call at Auntie Vera's flat was the cupboard as Billy was regularly incarcerated therein.
Billy, fortuitously, was a cat of particularly patient and good natured aspect and quickly learned to adapt to his unusual storage arrangements.
Sadly as Vera's situation deteriorated Billy was presented to the second-hand cat shop. Twenty years ago and I still wonder how Billy got on with his new owners and any cupboards that they may have owned.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 21:09, Reply)
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