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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In my first year of uni, when I lived with the five twunts from hell, we had quite a hot summer. No one told me that the student houses I lived in then (and now live in again, oddly enough) were prone to millions of ants in the summer.
One day, I am drinking some of that instant iced tea stuff you get from Whittards and noticed that my dresser is absolutely swarming with them. Not only this, but the crocodile of ants is headed into my top drawer, which is my underwear drawer.
Few things can be more embarrassing than waving your bras and pants out of the window of your room in order to shake all the ants off them, and I'm sure a fair few of them died.
( , Sat 8 Dec 2007, 19:15, Reply)
In my first year of uni, when I lived with the five twunts from hell, we had quite a hot summer. No one told me that the student houses I lived in then (and now live in again, oddly enough) were prone to millions of ants in the summer.
One day, I am drinking some of that instant iced tea stuff you get from Whittards and noticed that my dresser is absolutely swarming with them. Not only this, but the crocodile of ants is headed into my top drawer, which is my underwear drawer.
Few things can be more embarrassing than waving your bras and pants out of the window of your room in order to shake all the ants off them, and I'm sure a fair few of them died.
( , Sat 8 Dec 2007, 19:15, Reply)
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