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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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One especially for spikeypickle!
I think I may have even mentioned this one in a previous QOTW, but here we go anyways.

Years back now I was living with my dad and step mother, they have big dogs, at the time they consisted of 1 fully grown irish wolf hound male, 1 irish wolf hound alsation cross female, 1 greyhound old female, 1 lurcher male (kills anything that moves).

So one night I'm at my PC minding my own business and I hear all this barking kick off in the garden, nothing new there really, my step mother went flying past the door to the room I was in to go shut them up. There were all manor of noises going on out there, snarling, barking, squeeling.. so I decided to investigate.

I passed her on her back back in with the lurcher held by the collar, he looked very wired.

"He had a cat and I think it's still out there", she said as she passed. So I thought I'd go out and check.

I found the cat by the pond, lying next to a big rock, it didn't look very happy and part of it's intestines were hanging out. Now I wasn't sure what to do about this, so I went back in and suggested taking it to the vets, I was told that wasn't a good idea as it could end up with the dog being put down. This was a bit of a situation for me as I'm a cat person, I prefer them, they smell and whine less.

Anyway, my dad stepped in and decided to "help". So we both went outside and he decided that we should put the cat down... ummm... I had seen my uncle put down farm animals and I know that going for the throat is the quickest way, my dad didn't agree with this method. He decided that stoving the cats head in with a huge metal pole was more humane...

*10 minute interlude of cat squeeling noises while my dad repeatedly mangles the cat up that refused to die*

Quite possibly one of the most disturbing things I have witnessed.

But hey! I would have walked to the vet with it, so my intentions were all good, weren't they? :(

The following few weeks I kept spotting "missing cat" posters all over the place :(

Did I mention I prefer cats?

Edit: I must point out that all of the dogs except the wolfhound male, were rescue dogs, so they came with some emotional baggage.
(, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 15:11, 7 replies)
makes me ill too just thinking about that night
it wasn't pleasant. I told the story because spikeypickle threw abuse about.
(, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 15:22, closed)
In fairness
dogs should be trained not to do that. Mine just sits on things she catches until they crawl out and run away a bit confused.
(, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 15:35, closed)
I agree 100%
Problem is, it's a rescue dog, they tend to come with psychological damage.
(, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 15:43, closed)
Jeez...
If it wasn't selfish enough that they were just worrying about the dog which would have been fine, but to put the cat through all the misery. Damn. You could have just said you found the cat lying in the street, they were hardly going to do DNA samples. It sounds harrowing!
(, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 15:54, closed)
I do agree with you,
alas, I was a guest, and my presense was getting a bit rocky by that point as it was without getting causing grief with that :(

Everything is hunky dory now I moved out, strange how living with family kinda destroys your relationship.
(, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 17:31, closed)
I have a rescue Schipperke
and he hates, hates, hates men. He's a lot better now, but he could tell if a baby wrapped in bunting was male and growl viciously at an infant in arms. Embarrassing.

We couldn't let him in the bedroom before my husband or he'd snarl and hold hubby at bay to protect me.
(, Sun 9 Dec 2007, 1:53, closed)

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