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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COUNTRY WALK
There is a lovely little town / village to the north of Manchester called Hebden Bridge. The surrounding area is one of bleak Bronte-esque beauty and I often find myself tramping the paths there of. One autumnal day I am walking the couple of miles back from the pub to my bed and breakfast. Either side of the very steep country lane I was on, was knee deep in leaves and as I ploughed on with my size ten walking boots, I was kicking up great swirls of leaves.
It was a lovely moment, sun setting, browns and golds blazoned around me, brisk wind snapping at the mini-typhoon of leaves i was creating.
Then I kicked the hedgehog. Hard.
Did I mention my size ten boots? Did I mention the very steep hill? The poor Erinaceinae specimen must have rolled about mile and resembled a giant leaf snowball.
Felt guilty for days and was more careful where i was walking
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 15:23, 2 replies)
There is a lovely little town / village to the north of Manchester called Hebden Bridge. The surrounding area is one of bleak Bronte-esque beauty and I often find myself tramping the paths there of. One autumnal day I am walking the couple of miles back from the pub to my bed and breakfast. Either side of the very steep country lane I was on, was knee deep in leaves and as I ploughed on with my size ten walking boots, I was kicking up great swirls of leaves.
It was a lovely moment, sun setting, browns and golds blazoned around me, brisk wind snapping at the mini-typhoon of leaves i was creating.
Then I kicked the hedgehog. Hard.
Did I mention my size ten boots? Did I mention the very steep hill? The poor Erinaceinae specimen must have rolled about mile and resembled a giant leaf snowball.
Felt guilty for days and was more careful where i was walking
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 15:23, 2 replies)
Don't you mean...
a giant leafball?
Size ten boots huh?
Well helloooo...
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 16:56, closed)
a giant leafball?
Size ten boots huh?
Well helloooo...
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 16:56, closed)
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