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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On a family holiday in Scotland
We were driving up through Scotland to stay with some friends. Narrow country roads in the middle of no-where, you get the idea. We passed at least two dead sheep that had died (naturally? Hit by cars? We didn't stop to look). We were merrily driving along* when a wood-pigeon suddenly rose up in front of the car. We couldn't avoid it. We didn't hear a thump though, and looking back there was nothing lying the road behind to indicate we'd actually hit it.
A couple of hours later, we pulled up at my parents friends house, to be greeted with a look of amusement mingled with horror. The pigeon was stuck to the radiator, in a spread-eagled Third Reich pose, very much dead. My bro and I were all for leaving it there, as a sort of hood ornament, but my mum made us take it off. So we stuck it on a fencepost in our hosts field and used it as a target with their air-rifle.
*I say merrily. My brother was carsick and I was pelting him with toffees. Fun times.
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 19:15, 1 reply)
We were driving up through Scotland to stay with some friends. Narrow country roads in the middle of no-where, you get the idea. We passed at least two dead sheep that had died (naturally? Hit by cars? We didn't stop to look). We were merrily driving along* when a wood-pigeon suddenly rose up in front of the car. We couldn't avoid it. We didn't hear a thump though, and looking back there was nothing lying the road behind to indicate we'd actually hit it.
A couple of hours later, we pulled up at my parents friends house, to be greeted with a look of amusement mingled with horror. The pigeon was stuck to the radiator, in a spread-eagled Third Reich pose, very much dead. My bro and I were all for leaving it there, as a sort of hood ornament, but my mum made us take it off. So we stuck it on a fencepost in our hosts field and used it as a target with their air-rifle.
*I say merrily. My brother was carsick and I was pelting him with toffees. Fun times.
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 19:15, 1 reply)
I once saw
a pigeon which had been run over by a bus in San Francisco which had ended up squashed very flat on the road in the same Third Reich pose as BobFossil mentions above. Quite amusing, if gruesome.
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 9:14, closed)
a pigeon which had been run over by a bus in San Francisco which had ended up squashed very flat on the road in the same Third Reich pose as BobFossil mentions above. Quite amusing, if gruesome.
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 9:14, closed)
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