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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"Suits me" said the catWe inherited a cat from one of hubby's very wealthy clients, a monster black and white longhair, Basil. He had lovely manners, no front claws, kept himself clean, didn't wander or fuck the stuffed animals, so I asked what was wrong with him that they gave him away:
He should have been named "Nimrod, the mighty hunter". One day his squeamish owner met him coming down the stairs with a wee black mouse struggling in his mouth. Owner was horrified. "Basil, no no! Bad kitty, bad! Drop that mousie right now. Drop it, drop it, I say!"
Basil shrugged, gave him a look as if to say, "It's your funeral, pal." and spat out 'mouse'. The offending sodden mouthful flew at supersonic speeds straight into Owner's face, sending him ass over teakettle down the stairs, screaming for his wife to come and do something about the rabid bat attacking him.
Basil had managed to nab a bat out of mid-air without benefit of claws! Not too shabby, eh? After that, he was deemed a danger and was cruelly given to our household to exist on cheap generic catfood, 99p store toys and hugs instead of the rich and cosseted lifestyle to which he had become accustomed. Poor thing.
Oh, and he didn't match the 3,000 square feet of 100 % wool, hand knotted organically dyed grey Berber carpet, either.*
*In fairness, it was more his barfed up hairballs didn't match the carpeting. He was pretty pukey.
(, Sun 9 Dec 2007, 23:33, 2 replies)
Hunting cats are a real pain =)Fuckhead was a hunter. Once he caught (and killed) a rabbit which was about three times the size of him, and dragged it home. He couldn't get it through the cat flap so he left it outside the front door and had a bite or two every time he went past, until finally I threw it in the bin O_o
(, Mon 10 Dec 2007, 15:01, closed)
My friend's cats......would somehow get live pigeons and magpies through the catflap in the cellar, then somehow lose control of them and bugger off, leaving my friend to get hold of the birds to get them outside.
The kitty culprits would look innocent when next seen, despite the feathers often stuck in their fur.
(, Mon 10 Dec 2007, 16:13, closed)
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