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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Does animal-on-animal cruelty count?
My family had ended up with an ugly-looking kitten (you know those mingingc cats that look like the pikey one from Atomic Kitten).
Maybe it was the resemblance the pop tart that prompted my father to get it spayed as quick as possible.
Now the other animals, dogs and cats, hated it and when it came back from the vets, groggy, slow with a side full of stitches, they decided it was time for The Chase. They ran the thing round the house, only briefly however because it decided to take refuge.
By jumping on my lap.
While I'm having tea.
After its stitches burst.
And its kitty guts are hanging out.
Finished my curry though. :D
( , Tue 11 Dec 2007, 13:18, 1 reply)
My family had ended up with an ugly-looking kitten (you know those mingingc cats that look like the pikey one from Atomic Kitten).
Maybe it was the resemblance the pop tart that prompted my father to get it spayed as quick as possible.
Now the other animals, dogs and cats, hated it and when it came back from the vets, groggy, slow with a side full of stitches, they decided it was time for The Chase. They ran the thing round the house, only briefly however because it decided to take refuge.
By jumping on my lap.
While I'm having tea.
After its stitches burst.
And its kitty guts are hanging out.
Finished my curry though. :D
( , Tue 11 Dec 2007, 13:18, 1 reply)
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