If this is your first visit, be sure to check out the FAQ by clicking the link above. You may have to register before you can post: click the register link above to proceed. To start viewing messages, select the forum that you want to visit from the selection below. |
|
|
Thread Tools | Display Modes |
#11
|
|||
|
|||
"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 |
#12
|
|||
|
|||
"Jo Firey" wrote in message
... "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 G My Dad was definitely a dog person, but when my parents came to visit me, Pyewacket (RB) chose his lap to settle in whenever he sat down in the living room. Before the end of the visit, he was calling Pye "puppy-cat". Joy |
#13
|
|||
|
|||
"Jo Firey" wrote in message
... "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 G My Dad was definitely a dog person, but when my parents came to visit me, Pyewacket (RB) chose his lap to settle in whenever he sat down in the living room. Before the end of the visit, he was calling Pye "puppy-cat". Joy |
#14
|
|||
|
|||
On Sat, 20 Nov 2004 16:22:03 GMT, "CatNipped"
wrote: 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. Very cool! Congratulations! 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 My mother was sort of like that. No matter what I did, it was never good enough. I used to joke that I could be President of the United States, and her only comment would be "When are you going to get married and give me a grandchild?" I did get married before she died, but she'll wait forever for that grandchild. She's got plenty of grandkitties, though ;-) Ginger-lyn |
#15
|
|||
|
|||
On Sat, 20 Nov 2004 16:22:03 GMT, "CatNipped"
wrote: 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. Very cool! Congratulations! 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 My mother was sort of like that. No matter what I did, it was never good enough. I used to joke that I could be President of the United States, and her only comment would be "When are you going to get married and give me a grandchild?" I did get married before she died, but she'll wait forever for that grandchild. She's got plenty of grandkitties, though ;-) Ginger-lyn |
#16
|
|||
|
|||
Ginger-lyn Summer wrote:
My mother was sort of like that. No matter what I did, it was never good enough. I used to joke that I could be President of the United States, and her only comment would be "When are you going to get married and give me a grandchild?" I did get married before she died, but she'll wait forever for that grandchild. She's got plenty of grandkitties, though ;-) Ginger-lyn I once pointed out to my half sister that she'd never said anything complimentary about me. She paused for about a minute or so (felt like hours) then said "you produce beautiful babies." I'm always weirded out by the way some parents try to divide and conquer their children like this. Rob's parents (according to his sister) boast or at least talk about us a lot. We hear all about his sister and how wonderful her family is. My parents would blame one of us for another person's deeds, or say something on the order of "your brother/sister hates you and I don't know what you did to them." We've tried so hard not to keep the kids in a competition, I hope we've succeeded. Pam S. |
#17
|
|||
|
|||
Ginger-lyn Summer wrote:
My mother was sort of like that. No matter what I did, it was never good enough. I used to joke that I could be President of the United States, and her only comment would be "When are you going to get married and give me a grandchild?" I did get married before she died, but she'll wait forever for that grandchild. She's got plenty of grandkitties, though ;-) Ginger-lyn I once pointed out to my half sister that she'd never said anything complimentary about me. She paused for about a minute or so (felt like hours) then said "you produce beautiful babies." I'm always weirded out by the way some parents try to divide and conquer their children like this. Rob's parents (according to his sister) boast or at least talk about us a lot. We hear all about his sister and how wonderful her family is. My parents would blame one of us for another person's deeds, or say something on the order of "your brother/sister hates you and I don't know what you did to them." We've tried so hard not to keep the kids in a competition, I hope we've succeeded. Pam S. |
#18
|
|||
|
|||
I once pointed out to my half sister that she'd never said anything
complimentary about me. She paused for about a minute or so (felt like hours) then said "you produce beautiful babies." Do we have the same sister, by any chance? Mine is the queen of double-sworded compliments. Most recent was, "You look great. Did you get a Wonder Bra?" Sherry |
#19
|
|||
|
|||
I once pointed out to my half sister that she'd never said anything
complimentary about me. She paused for about a minute or so (felt like hours) then said "you produce beautiful babies." Do we have the same sister, by any chance? Mine is the queen of double-sworded compliments. Most recent was, "You look great. Did you get a Wonder Bra?" Sherry |
#20
|
|||
|
|||
"CatNipped" wrote:
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. Concatulations! I did like the one about the duckling, and I know you've always wanted to get them published. I wouldn't worry about what your mom said. If she doesn't like cats, I don't think she could like stories about an especially naughty cat. |
Thread Tools | |
Display Modes | |
|
|