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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Another one, but this one doesn't end in death of any animals...I was about 17 at the time and living at home with my mum. We had a pet cockatiel called George. He was such a loud bastard, he would screech so loud it would pierce your skull and make your brain bleed.
He wasn't always like that, I think sexual frustration had gotten the better of him, even though he had a small plastic pot in his dish which he regularly fucked, I don't see what his problem was, he got more than I do!... anyway!
One day I decided to do my mum a favour, I thought I'd clean out his cage, so I took him into the kitchen, closed the door and got everything ready.
It was all going fine until I had to try to get him off of his water dish, probably his most favourite spot, and as he wasn't used to me cleaning his cage, he wasn't going to budge easily. So I tried luring him to the other side of the cage by waving my hand about in there, which worked perfectly!! Hurrah!! NO! He grabbed hold of that bit of skin between my forefinger and thumb and latched on, I wiggled my hand around for a bit whilst swearing my head off, but he wasn't going to come off.
I decided the best thing to do would be to remove my hand from the cage, and hopefully he would just fly around the room. He did, but after a couple of minutes of me shaking my hand and gently prodding him to try to get him to release his beak.
At last, my hand was free, and didn't look that bad except for a small hole. Now all I had to do was get him back into the cage...
He flew around the room twice, landed on the sink tap and slid down into the water below, *plop* with his wings out, lying in his own shitty cleaning water :( :( :(
I got him back in his cage quite easily after that, but he was not happy, I swear he was pacing back and forth, muttering "cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt..."
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Firkinfedup last shat on your wife's tits at, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 17:53,
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Reminds me of my cockatiel Charlie, he was a loud bastard.
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I have one of those.I'm the only one she'll allow to handle her, though. If anyone else tries she gets quite agitated. But me? I can perch her on my shoulder and she'll sit there all day nibbling on my earring.
Periodically I do take her out and exercise her by launching her around the living room...
Oh, and to clean her I take her into the shower with me. Nothing more ridiculous looking than a soggy cockateil...
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The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 7 Dec 2007, 18:32,
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