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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Kids are very literal creatures.
I have no recollection of this incident myself but my mum has always taken great pleasure in regaling this tale to visiting suitors.
One wet, week day morning, I must have been about 3, my mother was loading things into the tumble dryer when a sopping, bedraggled ball of fluff who we shall call Betty, for that was her name, came through the catflap. My mother said something along the lines of 'Oh poor Betty, she's all wet' and bustled off to make the beds (this I find very hard to believe as she has never made a bed in her life, far more likely to have sloped off to watch some banal daytime television...) leaving her 3 year old to glance between the sorry looking kitten and the amazing machine that you put wet things into which then miraculously come out dry. Yes, you can see where this is going.
It was only upon hearing an odd thunking noise coming from the tumble dryer that my mother ventured to investigate and rescue a very disgruntled, albeit drier, kitten.
She did live to tell the tale you'll be relieved to know but seemed to undergo a personalty transplant and was known forever more as Psycho Cat due to her pathalogical loathing of all human beings, oops.
:-)
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 15:08, Reply)
I have no recollection of this incident myself but my mum has always taken great pleasure in regaling this tale to visiting suitors.
One wet, week day morning, I must have been about 3, my mother was loading things into the tumble dryer when a sopping, bedraggled ball of fluff who we shall call Betty, for that was her name, came through the catflap. My mother said something along the lines of 'Oh poor Betty, she's all wet' and bustled off to make the beds (this I find very hard to believe as she has never made a bed in her life, far more likely to have sloped off to watch some banal daytime television...) leaving her 3 year old to glance between the sorry looking kitten and the amazing machine that you put wet things into which then miraculously come out dry. Yes, you can see where this is going.
It was only upon hearing an odd thunking noise coming from the tumble dryer that my mother ventured to investigate and rescue a very disgruntled, albeit drier, kitten.
She did live to tell the tale you'll be relieved to know but seemed to undergo a personalty transplant and was known forever more as Psycho Cat due to her pathalogical loathing of all human beings, oops.
:-)
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 15:08, Reply)
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