Accidental animal crueltyI 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.
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rob, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:13)
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Greasy cats and stupid south africans...My cat is a Maine Coon. She has a long beautiful coat that she spends a third of her time tending to (the other third is spent sleeping, and engaging in violent conduct against the human species). Now little Vincey is rarely a placid cat, but the one thing she will do is sit on top of the washing machine and stare out of the kitchen window, watching the world go by. No one messes with this - if Vince is sat by the window, no one gets attacked. This is Vince's sanctuary and no one wants to suffer her fiercesome claws.
I had this houseguest. She is the stuff of legends, made for 500 questions of the week - not least worst housemate. She was living with us for free as her rent was up on her old place and she was supposedly moving back home a few weeks afterwards (this was July, she's still here - living for free in someone else's house). She had many bad habits but two involved being messy and lazy. One Monday, she'd roasted some offal-related items and instead of washing the dish up, left it on top of the washing machine, being the obvious place to leave a rancid tin of offal fat, whilst the rest of the house was out doing what everyone else in the house did - working.
I came home from work to find Vince mewling around the house with a soaking wet tail, no longer fluffy and proud but limp and lifeless. She loves water so I thought she'd been playing around in the sink again. I picked her up and she smelt hideous, as I touched her tail I realised it was sodden in fat. The stupid South African had left a tin of fat for Vince to trail her tail through!
The results weren't pretty. Myself and the other houseguest had to bathe Vince three times to even begin to get the oil out. It took three months for her tail to return to it's resplendid self, and she doesn't sit on the washing machine anymore.
The South African was thrown out shortly after having nearly burnt the house down.
(, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 16:38, 2 replies)
I share your Maine Coon fur angstHaving one full pedigree and a selection of half-breeds co-habiting with me.
Do they all share the MC "Indignant Stare Through The Window"?
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I used to have a Maine CoonBeautiful cat. In fact, still going strong but residing with my ex wife, so I haven't seen her for years.
One day the cat got the shits big time. Runny shit + extremely bushy tail and hind quarters do not make a good combination...
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Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 7 Dec 2007, 17:03,
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