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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Brandy Bird.
Not me, but my grandmother.
She was just taking a walk outside when she found a sparrow laying on the floor. It was covered in blood and had obviously been attacked by a cat. My grandmother's a bit of an animal lover, so she picked it up carefully in her hands and carried inside, laying it down as softly as she could with the intention of caring for it until it was better.
At this point she thought to herself "Hmm, what would make me feel better if I'd just been attacked by a cat? I know! Brandy!". So she proceeded to pour out a tiny amount of brandy, she put it to the poor bird's beak and slowly tipped it back. The bird managed to swallow all of it and almost instantly perked up.
After a few seconds it was back to its lively self, quite amazing really. It got up and started flying manically around the room, tweeting like a squeaky toy owned by a hyper-active dog. It flew around the house for a coupld of minutes with my grandma chasing it frantically, when all of a sudden it dropped down to the floor. Dead.
At least it died happy.
( , Sat 8 Dec 2007, 14:50, Reply)
Not me, but my grandmother.
She was just taking a walk outside when she found a sparrow laying on the floor. It was covered in blood and had obviously been attacked by a cat. My grandmother's a bit of an animal lover, so she picked it up carefully in her hands and carried inside, laying it down as softly as she could with the intention of caring for it until it was better.
At this point she thought to herself "Hmm, what would make me feel better if I'd just been attacked by a cat? I know! Brandy!". So she proceeded to pour out a tiny amount of brandy, she put it to the poor bird's beak and slowly tipped it back. The bird managed to swallow all of it and almost instantly perked up.
After a few seconds it was back to its lively self, quite amazing really. It got up and started flying manically around the room, tweeting like a squeaky toy owned by a hyper-active dog. It flew around the house for a coupld of minutes with my grandma chasing it frantically, when all of a sudden it dropped down to the floor. Dead.
At least it died happy.
( , Sat 8 Dec 2007, 14:50, Reply)
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