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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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Children should not be allowed pets
When I was a wee lass of about eight, my mother and father gave in to my pesterings for a gerbil. They got me two, to be precise - lovely cute little things, which I named Tom and Jerry.

Although I love animals more than anything, and did when I was a child too, I was also unavoidably a little shit. Apart from never being bothered to clean them out (mother always did it when she found them festering in their own faeces yet again), but I would occasionally squeeze them just to see their eyes bulge out a bit.

After a few years of life, I accidentally snuffed little Jerry out one day, when I decided to let them both run around my bedroom so I could have fun catching them. My parents had banned me repeatedly from doing this but I rarely listened, because as I said, I was a proper shit.

I was using my trusted favourite method of catching them, involving "trapping" them under a tin bowl my mum used for cooking. Unfortunately I mis-judged where little Jerry was running, and ended up slamming the rim of the bowl on top of his back. Cue absolute horror as I looked upon my beloved gerbil bent completely in half. Even more amazing than that he actually remained alive long enough to shoot behind the bookcase where he died, and my father sadly informed me that Jerry was no more. I told him that a book fell on him and broke his back - although on confessing what really happened a few years ago my parents said they knew I was lying anyway.

Little Tom died when my friend dropped him and broke all his ribs.

Do not give your children pets until they're in their teens. Kids are just awful.
(, Sun 9 Dec 2007, 21:43, 1 reply)
I used to have about 10 dwarven hampsters
Not all at the same time, they kept dying...

I used to do the squeezing thing 'til their eyes bulged too, was so much fun as a child,
(, Mon 10 Dec 2007, 0:22, closed)

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