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?
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( , 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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Okay I'll confess....
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This was deliberate cruelty - of the worst sort. Before anyone phones the SSPCA, it wasn't a real animal!
Several years back, JuniorWitch #1 begged Santa for a Furby. Remember them? Horrible little things. Santa, in a moment of weakness, delivered.
All was fine initially. It was played with, it spoke (creepy) it did what Furbies were supposed to do.
The novelty soon wore off and the wee bugger was consigned to a shelf in the bedroom. Where it just sat there, sleeping.
Until, in the dead of night, Furby woke up. It started jabbering its nonsense. At 3am.
I staggered through, fumbled around in the dark, got my hands on it. Junior slumbers on, oblivious. This child doesn't go to sleep, she passes out. It's still talking. I stumble out of the room, put a light on and attempt to remember how to silence the thing. The more I fumble, the more it talks.
Why I didn't just take the batteries out I'll never know, but at 3am the thought processes are a bit skewed. Well, okay, very skewed.
Suddenly I couldn't be bothered any more, stumbled back to our room, opened the window and lobbed the thing into the garden. I have no idea if that killed it immediately. I don't care, either!
Then, of course, I had to shoot out there first thing in the morning, and hide the evidence of my cruelty in the wheelie bin. It was several weeks before she even noticed it had gone from the shelf, and even longer before I could watch Toy Story with a clear conscience! Thankfully, it never came back to get revenge.... so far, anyway.
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 20:52, 2 replies)
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This was deliberate cruelty - of the worst sort. Before anyone phones the SSPCA, it wasn't a real animal!
Several years back, JuniorWitch #1 begged Santa for a Furby. Remember them? Horrible little things. Santa, in a moment of weakness, delivered.
All was fine initially. It was played with, it spoke (creepy) it did what Furbies were supposed to do.
The novelty soon wore off and the wee bugger was consigned to a shelf in the bedroom. Where it just sat there, sleeping.
Until, in the dead of night, Furby woke up. It started jabbering its nonsense. At 3am.
I staggered through, fumbled around in the dark, got my hands on it. Junior slumbers on, oblivious. This child doesn't go to sleep, she passes out. It's still talking. I stumble out of the room, put a light on and attempt to remember how to silence the thing. The more I fumble, the more it talks.
Why I didn't just take the batteries out I'll never know, but at 3am the thought processes are a bit skewed. Well, okay, very skewed.
Suddenly I couldn't be bothered any more, stumbled back to our room, opened the window and lobbed the thing into the garden. I have no idea if that killed it immediately. I don't care, either!
Then, of course, I had to shoot out there first thing in the morning, and hide the evidence of my cruelty in the wheelie bin. It was several weeks before she even noticed it had gone from the shelf, and even longer before I could watch Toy Story with a clear conscience! Thankfully, it never came back to get revenge.... so far, anyway.
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 20:52, 2 replies)
As far as I remember,
the only way to make them shut up is to remove the batteries. Design flaw.
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 22:40, closed)
the only way to make them shut up is to remove the batteries. Design flaw.
( , Mon 10 Dec 2007, 22:40, closed)
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