Accidental animal crueltyI 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.
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rob, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:13)
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Sunbathing?Finally, after about 3 years of lurking, a QOTW I have a story for!
This is not my story, but the friend of a friend's story, which I know usually indicates an urban myth, but I've never heard this from anyone... if you have, feel free to tear me to shreds, and apologies for wasting your time.
This guy (let's call him Jim, because I have no idea what his real name is) was driving through a council estate just outside Reading when he saw a cat run across the road in front of him. Slamming on his brakes, he did his best avoid said cat, but nonetheless hit it, pretty much square on. He pulled the car over and got out to check how it was and there, sprawled across the pavement, writhing around in obvious pain, was this cat. Not wanting to see the creature in unnecessary discomfort, he decided to put the creature out of its misery and he went to his boot. He got out a spade (which is where, admittedly, I falter a bit with this story, as I've no idea why he would have a spade in the boot), walked over to where the cat was and (reluctantly, I would hope), smacked the cat one over the head. Alas, it just continued to writhe around, so he hit it again. And again. Until it was still, and about as dead as could be.
"What the fuck have you done to my cat?!" came a voice from a rather angry (read: foaming at the mouth) woman, advancing on him from a nearby front door. A little startled, the guy tried to explain, "Well I.. uh, I ran it over... but it was still alive... so I was just trying to... er... put it out of its misery..." Still screaming, the woman pointed at his car. "What's that then? What the fuck is that?"
Looking over at his car, he saw what she was pointing at. A bloody, furry mess, wrapped around his back left wheel.
"MY cat was SUNBATHING, YOU MALICIOUS LITTLE SHIT!"
From what I gather Jim didn't hang around all that long after that.
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Urban MythingYep have heard it, but When I heard this it was jack russel and a starter handle.
Jeezus but I must be old my life already bah humbug
I remember when all this was just fields
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Same againColonel mustard kills the small dog with a wheel brace.
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.Check out the 11th post on the 2nd page of this week's answers...
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When I heard it it was a trucker, two catsand a crowbar.
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chenobble rocking his explorer beard on, Tue 11 Dec 2007, 16:54,
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not just any urban mythbut one of the most urbanist and mythyist there is.
Right up there with Kentucky Fried Rat and Mark Almand's five pints.
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Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Tue 11 Dec 2007, 17:04,
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BallsThat was the worst first post ever. Apologies.
*relurk*
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Don't worry about it.Still pretty well told. Not your fault it's an urban legend. I fell for it too...
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The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 11 Dec 2007, 18:07,
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