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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I wouldn't be surprised if I'm on the RSPCA hitlist...
A few years back, when I was a young'un, me and my brother (we'll call him gerald), were given two hamsters for christmas. We decided to name them Bubble and Squeak, Squeak being Gerald's and Bubble being mine. One day, whilst playing with the hamsters outside in the garden, I thought it would be a good idea to start walking backwards, I was enjoying the randomness of it, until I heard a small crushing noise followed by a high-pitched squeal. I quickly turned round to see Squeak's nose trailing blood and my brother hurrying towards me looking distraught. I had never felt so guilty, and instead of telling my parents it was me, I wrote a written confession of the terrible deed. Squeak was rushed to the vet's but died soon afterwards. Although my brother got his own back by proceeding to murder Bubble by "dropping" him in his plastic house, I still feel guilty to this day.
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 17:41, Reply)
A few years back, when I was a young'un, me and my brother (we'll call him gerald), were given two hamsters for christmas. We decided to name them Bubble and Squeak, Squeak being Gerald's and Bubble being mine. One day, whilst playing with the hamsters outside in the garden, I thought it would be a good idea to start walking backwards, I was enjoying the randomness of it, until I heard a small crushing noise followed by a high-pitched squeal. I quickly turned round to see Squeak's nose trailing blood and my brother hurrying towards me looking distraught. I had never felt so guilty, and instead of telling my parents it was me, I wrote a written confession of the terrible deed. Squeak was rushed to the vet's but died soon afterwards. Although my brother got his own back by proceeding to murder Bubble by "dropping" him in his plastic house, I still feel guilty to this day.
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 17:41, Reply)
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