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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More Gerbil tails (hahahahaha)
After I destroyed my gerbils, a few years later my mother decided to let my little brother have some gerbils of his very own. Except mother is a soft touch and bought him 2 males and 2 females, and kept them all together in one big cage.
Fabulous idea.
Within a few months we had over 50 gerbils - couldn't seperate the sexes fast enough to stop more and more breeding. We took the car out of the garage and filled it with makeshift gerbil cages* consisting of plastic boxes with chicken wire over them, or occasionally cardboard boxes which they would gnaw through and escape to the merry wide world beyond.
One of the original mummy gerbils turned out to be a total psycho who ate all her babies, often leaving half eaten offspring all over the cage for us to find in a macabre hide and seek game. Then she started attacking her husband and eventually ate him too. Her sister was the baby machine and ended up so fat and bloated we couldn't tell if she was pregnant or not.
We couldn't bare to "dispose" of them, so had to give as many away as we could, even doing a buy one get one free deal. God knows what sort of people ended up with them.
Luckily, within a couple of years the psycho gerbil died (probably of cannibalism poisoning) and her baby making sister collapsed and gave up. Poor little things, slave to their own rampant pro-creation and stupidity. And my mothers stupidity.
*the garage, not the car.
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 15:08, Reply)
After I destroyed my gerbils, a few years later my mother decided to let my little brother have some gerbils of his very own. Except mother is a soft touch and bought him 2 males and 2 females, and kept them all together in one big cage.
Fabulous idea.
Within a few months we had over 50 gerbils - couldn't seperate the sexes fast enough to stop more and more breeding. We took the car out of the garage and filled it with makeshift gerbil cages* consisting of plastic boxes with chicken wire over them, or occasionally cardboard boxes which they would gnaw through and escape to the merry wide world beyond.
One of the original mummy gerbils turned out to be a total psycho who ate all her babies, often leaving half eaten offspring all over the cage for us to find in a macabre hide and seek game. Then she started attacking her husband and eventually ate him too. Her sister was the baby machine and ended up so fat and bloated we couldn't tell if she was pregnant or not.
We couldn't bare to "dispose" of them, so had to give as many away as we could, even doing a buy one get one free deal. God knows what sort of people ended up with them.
Luckily, within a couple of years the psycho gerbil died (probably of cannibalism poisoning) and her baby making sister collapsed and gave up. Poor little things, slave to their own rampant pro-creation and stupidity. And my mothers stupidity.
*the garage, not the car.
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 15:08, Reply)
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