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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Letting children name pets is cruel
When I was four, my parents adopted a pair of lovely, fluffeh black kittens from an animal shelter for me.
Their mistake was allowing me to name them. The larger of the two was christened, inaccurately but harmlessly, Titch.
I was adamant that I wished to name the other one 'Ju.'
My mother, however, could quickly see how shouting 'Jew! Jew! Here Jew, Here Jew Jew Jew!' at the back door of our North London home might become a problem and steered me towards other, less racially insensitive names.
We compromised on Juju.
In hindsight, it is amusing to note that I had the sense of humour of a b3tan even at the tender age of four.
( , Sat 8 Dec 2007, 22:28, Reply)
When I was four, my parents adopted a pair of lovely, fluffeh black kittens from an animal shelter for me.
Their mistake was allowing me to name them. The larger of the two was christened, inaccurately but harmlessly, Titch.
I was adamant that I wished to name the other one 'Ju.'
My mother, however, could quickly see how shouting 'Jew! Jew! Here Jew, Here Jew Jew Jew!' at the back door of our North London home might become a problem and steered me towards other, less racially insensitive names.
We compromised on Juju.
In hindsight, it is amusing to note that I had the sense of humour of a b3tan even at the tender age of four.
( , Sat 8 Dec 2007, 22:28, Reply)
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