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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Only one example of my cruelty that I can think of so far...
I was on a school trip to That London, I think I was aged about 10. We were sat outside wherever it was we went (I forget, but I THINK it might have been the Museum of Moving Image) eating our packed lunches, in small groups of friends.
As is typical of London, there were pigeons. Everywhere. And these ones were emboldened by years of idiots feeding them, so they wouldn't leave us alone. This was back in the 90s when those airline-sized cans of drink were all the rage from Woolworths.
I wasn't thirsty, so I threw an unopened miniature can of Tango at a pigeon, as hard as ten-year-old-me could, from about 6 feet away. I nailed it on the side of the head, and it fell over sideways. It was only stunned, but I wouldn't have felt guilty.
Secondly, I don't know the specificts, but a friend underfed her cat when it was a kitten, so it didn't grow properly. She now has a bizarre, miniature cat.
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 7:15, Reply)
I was on a school trip to That London, I think I was aged about 10. We were sat outside wherever it was we went (I forget, but I THINK it might have been the Museum of Moving Image) eating our packed lunches, in small groups of friends.
As is typical of London, there were pigeons. Everywhere. And these ones were emboldened by years of idiots feeding them, so they wouldn't leave us alone. This was back in the 90s when those airline-sized cans of drink were all the rage from Woolworths.
I wasn't thirsty, so I threw an unopened miniature can of Tango at a pigeon, as hard as ten-year-old-me could, from about 6 feet away. I nailed it on the side of the head, and it fell over sideways. It was only stunned, but I wouldn't have felt guilty.
Secondly, I don't know the specificts, but a friend underfed her cat when it was a kitten, so it didn't grow properly. She now has a bizarre, miniature cat.
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 7:15, Reply)
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