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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I had completely forgotten about this
When, after several years in our house, my Dad finally got around to doing up the downstairs bathroom, he thought it would be a good idea to have a proper look at the floorboards, pipes etc before laying a new carpet.
Having done all the necessary repairs to the floor, he put down underlay and, finally, carpet tiles.
About 20 minutes after he'd finished the job, an insistent meowing alerted us to the fact that he had sealed one of the cats under the floor.
He took the carpet back up, he took the underlay back up, he lifted a floorboard. The cat, distressed at the noise of the bathroom floor being disassembled, retreated. He took up another floorboard. The cat retreated further still.
He ended up having to remove most of the floorboards in the bathroom, including those under the bath, to get her out. And then he got to dispose of the plethora of mice and insects she'd killed during her short period of incarceration.
We also gained one cat when we found him and his siblings, just hours old, in a tied up polythene bag in a skip. Despite our best efforts to save them, he was the only one to survive and was susequently named 'You were the lucky one,' later shortened by popular demand to Lucky. He was an absolute maniac of a cat, kitten-like to his dying days, who would jump from the floor to your shoulder when you were standing up and perch there like a parrot, before nestling into your hair and doing a very good scarf impression. Rarely have I been sadder than when his previously limitless energy eventually ran out and he simply stretched out contentedly and died.
He was one hell of a cat.
( , Sat 8 Dec 2007, 21:40, 2 replies)
When, after several years in our house, my Dad finally got around to doing up the downstairs bathroom, he thought it would be a good idea to have a proper look at the floorboards, pipes etc before laying a new carpet.
Having done all the necessary repairs to the floor, he put down underlay and, finally, carpet tiles.
About 20 minutes after he'd finished the job, an insistent meowing alerted us to the fact that he had sealed one of the cats under the floor.
He took the carpet back up, he took the underlay back up, he lifted a floorboard. The cat, distressed at the noise of the bathroom floor being disassembled, retreated. He took up another floorboard. The cat retreated further still.
He ended up having to remove most of the floorboards in the bathroom, including those under the bath, to get her out. And then he got to dispose of the plethora of mice and insects she'd killed during her short period of incarceration.
We also gained one cat when we found him and his siblings, just hours old, in a tied up polythene bag in a skip. Despite our best efforts to save them, he was the only one to survive and was susequently named 'You were the lucky one,' later shortened by popular demand to Lucky. He was an absolute maniac of a cat, kitten-like to his dying days, who would jump from the floor to your shoulder when you were standing up and perch there like a parrot, before nestling into your hair and doing a very good scarf impression. Rarely have I been sadder than when his previously limitless energy eventually ran out and he simply stretched out contentedly and died.
He was one hell of a cat.
( , Sat 8 Dec 2007, 21:40, 2 replies)
What bastards would do that to kittens?
The polythene bag I mean, not what your dad did.
That story has made me a little weepy. Yay for you and your awesome rescue mission.
( , Sat 8 Dec 2007, 23:07, closed)
The polythene bag I mean, not what your dad did.
That story has made me a little weepy. Yay for you and your awesome rescue mission.
( , Sat 8 Dec 2007, 23:07, closed)
I know
Bastards. We had a very sad few days as all the pathetic little kittens died off one by one, but it was worth it for good old Lucky :)
( , Sun 9 Dec 2007, 0:04, closed)
Bastards. We had a very sad few days as all the pathetic little kittens died off one by one, but it was worth it for good old Lucky :)
( , Sun 9 Dec 2007, 0:04, closed)
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