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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Accidental cruelty to animal me
As you may remember, we had a snake, Syrup. I was the primary warmer of frozen baby mice to feed her and stupidly I did bare-handed.
One day the kids were cleaning her cage when she reared up to taste the air. I stuck a finger out and cooed "oh, you're such a good girl , aren't you?" The scent I left on her meals every month was now right in front of her. She struck so fast I felt it before I registered it with my eyes.
I screamed like a weenie and did the Watusi trying to shake her off. She was having none of it and chomped down harder to avoid splatting against the wall. My finger was a bloody mess by the time I had sense enough to hold still and allow her to gratefully drop off.
I could never pick up Syrup again. She went for me every time.
Length? You should see the scar.
( , Sun 9 Dec 2007, 1:00, Reply)
As you may remember, we had a snake, Syrup. I was the primary warmer of frozen baby mice to feed her and stupidly I did bare-handed.
One day the kids were cleaning her cage when she reared up to taste the air. I stuck a finger out and cooed "oh, you're such a good girl , aren't you?" The scent I left on her meals every month was now right in front of her. She struck so fast I felt it before I registered it with my eyes.
I screamed like a weenie and did the Watusi trying to shake her off. She was having none of it and chomped down harder to avoid splatting against the wall. My finger was a bloody mess by the time I had sense enough to hold still and allow her to gratefully drop off.
I could never pick up Syrup again. She went for me every time.
Length? You should see the scar.
( , Sun 9 Dec 2007, 1:00, Reply)
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