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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Bless her
A few doors down from me lives a lovely old lady called Hilda. Her husband died a year or so ago, and us and the neighbours look out for her, and she looks out for us while we're at work.
Her only companion now is a wee black and white cat, whose favourite hobby is shitting in my vegetable patch.
Hilda, for reasons best known to somebody else, was in her kitchen with a big washing up bowl of water which she wished to empty, so she opened the back door and hoofed out the lot.
Unfortunately, the defiler of the veg patch was standing right outside the door, waiting to come in, and with Hilda's reactions not being the sharpest, she drenched the little fecker with a couple of gallons of dirty water.
I would _love_ to have seen its face.
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 13:54, Reply)
A few doors down from me lives a lovely old lady called Hilda. Her husband died a year or so ago, and us and the neighbours look out for her, and she looks out for us while we're at work.
Her only companion now is a wee black and white cat, whose favourite hobby is shitting in my vegetable patch.
Hilda, for reasons best known to somebody else, was in her kitchen with a big washing up bowl of water which she wished to empty, so she opened the back door and hoofed out the lot.
Unfortunately, the defiler of the veg patch was standing right outside the door, waiting to come in, and with Hilda's reactions not being the sharpest, she drenched the little fecker with a couple of gallons of dirty water.
I would _love_ to have seen its face.
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 13:54, Reply)
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