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 http://robmanuel.tumblr.com/, Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:13)
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Everyone else is submitting phesant stories, so here's mineMy parents own a farm. One field we leave to grow grass which, when long enough, is turned into hay and sold to horsey-people.
To cut this grass, you need a big mower.
My dad uses a 6-metre wide mower that attaches to the back of a tractor, has 4 metre-wide cutting discs and howls like banshee.
Any right-minded creature, when confronted with this whirling death machine, legs it.
Not a dotty lady-phesant who'd made her nest in the field. She decided to sit there (she was sat on her nest, I'll let her off).
TWACK
One headless phesant.
Dad felt really guilty, and brought all her eggs home, which we then hatched in our incubator.
Only one of the 8or so eggs actually hatched, and I ended up with my very own pet lady-phesant.
She was ace, she sat on my shoulder like a parot, ate out of my hand and had the brainpower of a stunned amoeba.
She couldn't get her head around the concept of windows, and spent hours leaping from my shoulder, swooping across the lounge and slamming into the patio door at high-speeds, only to shake her head, fly back to my shoulder and repeat the move a few minutes later.
She used to fight the cat, but neither of them put any real menace into it.
Eventually I released her back into the wild.
I was worried she'd die after being raised in captivity, but the next year she turned up in our garden, along with a chuffed-looking cock phesant and loads lil baby phesants.
She's came back every spring since then, until she stopped coming one year.
But we still have a clan of phesants who frequent our garden, all decended from my nameless pet.
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Hooray for happy endings!I like animals, so trying to avoid reading too many of this weeks qotw replies, but this story made smile
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LemonEntryMyDearWatson This time, Moriarty, the hand is on the other foot, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 12:24,
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Is that really true?If it is, that's ace :D
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Mike Fishcake teamfishcake.co.uk - better than your mum's face, Fri 7 Dec 2007, 13:14,
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MikefishcakeIt is indeed, hand on heart, 100% true.
Due to Ms. Phesant I don't shoot any phesants anymore.
Anything else small, fuzzy and farm-dwelling is game though.
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Aww, what an adorable friend!A tasty, tasty adorable friend. And her delicious offspring still come to visit, you say?
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That so is "ace"hey, I'm using British slang now!
Really, that is exceptionally cool. I love the idea of a long tailed ring necked pheasant on your shoulder.
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