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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apparently i have many stories of accidental (and not so accidental) animal cruelty
...all involving cats.
We adopted a cat from the pound back in the day. She had a horrific past in which someone found her half-frozen on the side of the road. She even had the battle-scar to prove it: an awkwardly bent, frost-bitten tip of a tail.
Awkwardly bent, as in, the top two inches of her tail formed a permanent and brittle 90 degree angle with the rest of the tail.
Fast-forward to the day my mom accidentally stepped on her tail and the brittle end BROKE OFF.
My mom, slightly horrified, put the broken piece of tail in her bathrobe pocket where it managed to stay for the remainder of the lifespan of that bathrobe.
( , Tue 11 Dec 2007, 2:35, Reply)
...all involving cats.
We adopted a cat from the pound back in the day. She had a horrific past in which someone found her half-frozen on the side of the road. She even had the battle-scar to prove it: an awkwardly bent, frost-bitten tip of a tail.
Awkwardly bent, as in, the top two inches of her tail formed a permanent and brittle 90 degree angle with the rest of the tail.
Fast-forward to the day my mom accidentally stepped on her tail and the brittle end BROKE OFF.
My mom, slightly horrified, put the broken piece of tail in her bathrobe pocket where it managed to stay for the remainder of the lifespan of that bathrobe.
( , Tue 11 Dec 2007, 2:35, Reply)
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