Mom! [Somewhat OT]

I just posted a rant in answer to Jill's rant about her family and wanted to
add an example. Even after all my avowals, I still try to get my mom's
(never-forthcoming) approval.

So...

Since I got such good feedback from you guys on my "...With Mommy" stories
here I thought I'd print them out and send them to her to read. Her
response was, "To be honest I didn't like them at all. They were too bloody
(how could you allow an animal to bite and scratch you like that?). They
were too disgusting, I gagged when I read about you drinking coffee with cat
boogers in it, and if an animal had gotten anywhere near my food I would
have thrown it and the animal out!"

Sigh, they were just supposed to be funny anecdotes mom!

Now, I have had one of my "Prissy" stories published in a real live book,
"The Cats of Our Lives", edited by Franklin Dohanyos (you can still buy it
on Amazon.com - ISBN 1-55972-487-0), "Prissy Adopts a Duck", page 171.

You would think that, with that affirmation, it wouldn't bother me that my
cat-hating mom didn't like my stories, but it still stings. Right after the
above comments she started telling me about my older brother who had a
write-up in the Parish paper about his award-winning wood carving. Message
received: Nothing you do is any good, everything your brother does is
excellent. The sad part is that I am extremely proud of my talented genius
of a brother, but mom makes it so hard for us to get along!

Sorry, I'll get off my rant now (it seems to be the week for rants!!).

Hugs,

CatNipped

Sorry, I'll get off my rant now (it seems to be the week for rants!!).

Hugs,

CatNipped


Sorry, but I am absolutely laughing. Not at you, but you made me wonder what my
*father* would say if he read this group. He hates cats. He blames the cats on
every affliction or illness we have. But Bast got the last word: The *very last
thing* my grandmother said to him before she died was, "Take care of my cat."
And he did, LOL, for eight years. It was an outdoor kitty, but STILL!!!
Sherry

Sorry, I'll get off my rant now (it seems to be the week for rants!!).

Hugs,

CatNipped


Sorry, but I am absolutely laughing. Not at you, but you made me wonder what my
*father* would say if he read this group. He hates cats. He blames the cats on
every affliction or illness we have. But Bast got the last word: The *very last
thing* my grandmother said to him before she died was, "Take care of my cat."
And he did, LOL, for eight years. It was an outdoor kitty, but STILL!!!
Sherry

On 2004-11-20, Sherry penned:

Sorry, but I am absolutely laughing. Not at you, but you made me wonder what
my *father* would say if he read this group. He hates cats. He blames the
cats on every affliction or illness we have. But Bast got the last word: The
*very last thing* my grandmother said to him before she died was, "Take care
of my cat." And he did, LOL, for eight years. It was an outdoor kitty, but
STILL!!! Sherry

My dad gets around his cat aversion by referring to Oscar as "the puppy."

Hey, whatever works.

Of course, my cat-averse father still bought Oscar mousies while he was
visiting, and crawled around on his hands and knees playing with her when she
was a kitten. No one can withstand the power of the kitten!

--
monique

On 2004-11-20, Sherry penned:

Sorry, but I am absolutely laughing. Not at you, but you made me wonder what
my *father* would say if he read this group. He hates cats. He blames the
cats on every affliction or illness we have. But Bast got the last word: The
*very last thing* my grandmother said to him before she died was, "Take care
of my cat." And he did, LOL, for eight years. It was an outdoor kitty, but
STILL!!! Sherry

My dad gets around his cat aversion by referring to Oscar as "the puppy."

Hey, whatever works.

Of course, my cat-averse father still bought Oscar mousies while he was
visiting, and crawled around on his hands and knees playing with her when she
was a kitten. No one can withstand the power of the kitten!

--
monique

CatNipped wrote:

---------------------snip----------------------
Nothing you do is any good, everything your brother does is
excellent. The sad part is that I am extremely proud of my talented genius
of a brother, but mom makes it so hard for us to get along!

Ouch, that smarts! Sorry to hear that that most fundamental
relationship is so devoid of the warmth and acceptance that a person
has a right to expect, but that sometimes is just not forthcoming. As
far as I'm concerned, your "Mommy" stories are treasures.

Hugs! Lots and lots of hugs!

Regards and Purrs,
O J

CatNipped wrote:

---------------------snip----------------------
Nothing you do is any good, everything your brother does is
excellent. The sad part is that I am extremely proud of my talented genius
of a brother, but mom makes it so hard for us to get along!

Ouch, that smarts! Sorry to hear that that most fundamental
relationship is so devoid of the warmth and acceptance that a person
has a right to expect, but that sometimes is just not forthcoming. As
far as I'm concerned, your "Mommy" stories are treasures.

Hugs! Lots and lots of hugs!

Regards and Purrs,
O J

"Monique Y. Mudama" wrote in message
...
On 2004-11-20, Sherry penned:

Sorry, but I am absolutely laughing. Not at you, but you made me wonder
what
my *father* would say if he read this group. He hates cats. He blames the
cats on every affliction or illness we have. But Bast got the last word:
The
*very last thing* my grandmother said to him before she died was, "Take
care
of my cat." And he did, LOL, for eight years. It was an outdoor kitty,
but
STILL!!! Sherry

My dad gets around his cat aversion by referring to Oscar as "the puppy."

Hey, whatever works.

Of course, my cat-averse father still bought Oscar mousies while he was
visiting, and crawled around on his hands and knees playing with her when
she
was a kitten. No one can withstand the power of the kitten!

--
monique

Yes, we learned that when my mom came to visit after we got Sam the demon
Siamese. Hubby picked parents up at the airport, dropped mom by new home,
and went to old home with dad to pick up some stuff. Did not warn Mom etc.

When they came back Mom was sitting on the sofa, Sam was sitting on Mom.
Purring and being generally a sweet lovebug, but refusing to move. And she
was afraid to make him move. And that is how he managed to win her over.

Jo

"Monique Y. Mudama" wrote in message
...
On 2004-11-20, Sherry penned:

Sorry, but I am absolutely laughing. Not at you, but you made me wonder
what
my *father* would say if he read this group. He hates cats. He blames the
cats on every affliction or illness we have. But Bast got the last word:
The
*very last thing* my grandmother said to him before she died was, "Take
care
of my cat." And he did, LOL, for eight years. It was an outdoor kitty,
but
STILL!!! Sherry

My dad gets around his cat aversion by referring to Oscar as "the puppy."

Hey, whatever works.

Of course, my cat-averse father still bought Oscar mousies while he was
visiting, and crawled around on his hands and knees playing with her when
she
was a kitten. No one can withstand the power of the kitten!

--
monique

Yes, we learned that when my mom came to visit after we got Sam the demon
Siamese. Hubby picked parents up at the airport, dropped mom by new home,
and went to old home with dad to pick up some stuff. Did not warn Mom etc.

When they came back Mom was sitting on the sofa, Sam was sitting on Mom.
Purring and being generally a sweet lovebug, but refusing to move. And she
was afraid to make him move. And that is how he managed to win her over.

Jo

"CatNipped" wrote in message
...
I just posted a rant in answer to Jill's rant about her family and
wanted to
add an example. Even after all my avowals, I still try to get my
mom's
(never-forthcoming) approval.

So...

Since I got such good feedback from you guys on my "...With Mommy"
stories
here I thought I'd print them out and send them to her to read. Her
response was, "To be honest I didn't like them at all. They were too
bloody
(how could you allow an animal to bite and scratch you like that?).
They
were too disgusting, I gagged when I read about you drinking coffee
with cat
boogers in it, and if an animal had gotten anywhere near my food I
would
have thrown it and the animal out!"

Sigh, they were just supposed to be funny anecdotes mom!

Now, I have had one of my "Prissy" stories published in a real live
book,
"The Cats of Our Lives", edited by Franklin Dohanyos (you can still
buy it
on Amazon.com - ISBN 1-55972-487-0), "Prissy Adopts a Duck", page 171.

You would think that, with that affirmation, it wouldn't bother me
that my
cat-hating mom didn't like my stories, but it still stings. Right
after the
above comments she started telling me about my older brother who had a
write-up in the Parish paper about his award-winning wood carving.
Message
received: Nothing you do is any good, everything your brother does is
excellent. The sad part is that I am extremely proud of my talented
genius
of a brother, but mom makes it so hard for us to get along!

Sorry, I'll get off my rant now (it seems to be the week for rants!!).

Hugs,

CatNipped

(((((((((((((CatNipped))))))))))))))

I know it would be much better coming from your family, but *I* think
it's fantastic, but not surprising, that you had a story published.

Joy