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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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Kevin and the cooking fat
Many moons ago, I worked with a bloke called Kevin. Kevin was a big guy, with a dry sense of humour (working on the overpayments section at the DSS, he needed one). Kevin also had a cat, which he referred to as ‘the cooking fat’.

Kevin didn’t like cats much. However, he was the first to admit that he wouldn’t do anything to intentionally harm one. And it did keep the mouse population down in the house (Kevin lived in the country with his family).

One day Kevin was fancying a brew, so he went into the kitchen to stick the kettle on. On hearing a hissing and spitting noise, he looked down to see the cooking fat looking back up at him, eyes bulging and teeth bared, and making an almighty racket. Every time he bent down to rub its whiskers and try to placate it, it made more noise and became more vicious. Enter his missus.

“What’s wrong with this bloody cat”? he asked. “I haven’t even done anything to the stupid animal and it’s going ballistic”.

At this point the cat was becoming incandescent with rage, trying desperately to claw at his leg, still spitting and hissing.

His missus looked down and saw the problem instantly.

“Kevin”, she said “you’re standing on the poor bastard’s tail”.

Oh. Kev sheepishly lifted his steel-toecap booted foot, and the cat scarpered off into a dark corner somewhere, probably stopping off along the way to shit in one of Kev’s shoes.
(, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 15:45, Reply)

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