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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Cats and laminate wood flooring
I live in a 3 storey house. My old cat (Fluffy) used to entertain herself by running from the bottom of the first set of stairs up to the top of the 2nd set and back down again all the way around the 180 degree turn by the front door and in to the kitchen. For some reason she always did this first thing in the morning, every day. I slept on the top floor and regularly would be woken up at the weekends by the cat doing her morning exercises.
Now, the time came when the parents decided to redecorate the hall and kitchen, and one of the changes was the replacement of the tatty carpet with some shiny laminate wood floor.
And so it came to pass that on the Monday morning while I was eating my breakfast in the kitchen that I heard the tell-tale thumping noise of fluffy the cat sprinting up to the top floor and preparing for a high speed descent.
I could've warned her.
I decided the comedy value outweighed the warm feeling though.
Fluffy came bounding down the stairs at full pelt, came to the slingshot round the bottom of the bannister and suddenly found her claws useless against the might of ikea's finest flooring. The normally graceful and impressive sight of the cat turning faster than any plane or car could dream of instead became a mass of fur and loose legs to a desperate scratching noise soundtrack. Which came to a very abrupt end after just a fraction of a second as the cat went head-first in to the skirting board by the door.
The look of confusion on her face was priceless. She got up, and very gingerly walked in to the living room to have a nice lie down by the radiator.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 16:09, 1 reply)
I live in a 3 storey house. My old cat (Fluffy) used to entertain herself by running from the bottom of the first set of stairs up to the top of the 2nd set and back down again all the way around the 180 degree turn by the front door and in to the kitchen. For some reason she always did this first thing in the morning, every day. I slept on the top floor and regularly would be woken up at the weekends by the cat doing her morning exercises.
Now, the time came when the parents decided to redecorate the hall and kitchen, and one of the changes was the replacement of the tatty carpet with some shiny laminate wood floor.
And so it came to pass that on the Monday morning while I was eating my breakfast in the kitchen that I heard the tell-tale thumping noise of fluffy the cat sprinting up to the top floor and preparing for a high speed descent.
I could've warned her.
I decided the comedy value outweighed the warm feeling though.
Fluffy came bounding down the stairs at full pelt, came to the slingshot round the bottom of the bannister and suddenly found her claws useless against the might of ikea's finest flooring. The normally graceful and impressive sight of the cat turning faster than any plane or car could dream of instead became a mass of fur and loose legs to a desperate scratching noise soundtrack. Which came to a very abrupt end after just a fraction of a second as the cat went head-first in to the skirting board by the door.
The look of confusion on her face was priceless. She got up, and very gingerly walked in to the living room to have a nice lie down by the radiator.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 16:09, 1 reply)
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