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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Stella Artois & Hamsters
That reminds me of my mat Nathan's ex-hamster.
We'd rolled in from the pub one evening and were watching telly, whilst being seranaded by the sound of the hamster doing Paula Radcliffe impressions in her wheel. The "squeeeeeky-squeeeeeeek!" noise was driving us both batty, so we decided we'd try gentle persuasion on Ms Hamster to shut her up.
Hammy seemed delighted with Nathan's offering of Stella Artois (urine of Satan as far as I'm concerned, haven't touched the stuff in over a decade), lapping up the droplets of sweet lager.
Five minutes later there was a dramatic demonstration of why I abstained from Stella when the drunken Hammy squared up to me in her cage, spoiling for a fight.
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 12:47, Reply)
That reminds me of my mat Nathan's ex-hamster.
We'd rolled in from the pub one evening and were watching telly, whilst being seranaded by the sound of the hamster doing Paula Radcliffe impressions in her wheel. The "squeeeeeky-squeeeeeeek!" noise was driving us both batty, so we decided we'd try gentle persuasion on Ms Hamster to shut her up.
Hammy seemed delighted with Nathan's offering of Stella Artois (urine of Satan as far as I'm concerned, haven't touched the stuff in over a decade), lapping up the droplets of sweet lager.
Five minutes later there was a dramatic demonstration of why I abstained from Stella when the drunken Hammy squared up to me in her cage, spoiling for a fight.
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 12:47, Reply)
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