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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Ginger SatanWhen I first met Mrs Spankengine she had a truly vile ginger cat who hated me and pretty much anyone, and still does. He hisses and growls at me and if I get too close he'll try and take a lump out of my face.
He's known to our friends as 'Ginger Satan'.
One occupant of the house who never took kindly to Ginger Satan's tormenting of me was one of our dogs, Scally (imagine - cats and dogs not getting along) and whenever Ginger Satan would kick off, the dog would get between master and demon and threaten him with a good mauling. Being part pit bull he was very capable of taking care of himself, too.
Of course, me and canine wingman would take this to the next level whenever Mrs Spankengine was away on business, and invented our own game called Basement Ginger Satan Hunting. It was a bit like foxhunting but without the red breeches, horses or, um, fox. But it was fun and Scally caught on fast....
One postscript to the story of Ginger Satan - who, it has to be said is adored by the Mrs. One night I hear a bloodcurdling scream of animal in pain, and Mrs Spankengine appears, white as a sheet and shaking. It turns out she'd been saying goodnight to fluffy wuffy Ginger Satan, and turned to close the door....without realising that satanic tail was protruding through the door frame by the hinges. At that's how two inches of ginger tail came to be lying there attached to a small piece of sinew and next to a drop of blood.
Under the circumstances I can live with getting rid of the fecker inch by inch, but I do wish she'd started at the other end.
(, Sat 8 Dec 2007, 18:24, Reply)
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