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HA! A crack in the denial
My DH refuses the fact that Joe Kitty has claimed him. If I say "Your cat
is being a goofball again," he says, "I don't have a cat!" And yet, this morning, when opening a new jug of milk, DH tossed down the evil plastic thingy for the cats to kill. And they killed it GOOD. TBird ---- married to a good cat slave |
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TBird wrote:
My DH refuses the fact that Joe Kitty has claimed him. If I say "Your cat is being a goofball again," he says, "I don't have a cat!" And yet, this morning, when opening a new jug of milk, DH tossed down the evil plastic thingy for the cats to kill. And they killed it GOOD. TBird ---- married to a good cat slave Don't you love it?! LOL Remember that milk commercial (I think that's what it was) where the woman was using the evil sucky monster and gently pushed aside with her foot the plastic thingey? My mom, who has never been around cats, didn't understand the commercials until I explained it to her. She had no idea cats make toys out of these funny little scatterings left by us humans. Jill |
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Karen wrote:
My dad denied he liked cats forever. Despite the fact he built them furniture. Took them to vets. Fed them cheese. Carpeted a wall for them. Combed the long haired ones. You get the drift. Wow, your dad is more extreme than TBird's DH. I remember you talking about the furniture and carpeted walls (I love the carpeted wall idea, some time I'm going to do that for my kitties). How he can do all that and still claim he doesn't like cats is some serious denial! Joyce |
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On 2004-12-01, jmcquown penned:
My dad still denies liking cats. Funny, even though he is still mad at me for pursuing my own happiness with John he asks how the cat is. I remember (I told this story before) him always saying he hoped I wasn't watching a cat out the front window when I was still a teen. He growled at me one day, "What the HELL are you looking at out there? Better not be a cat!" I waffled between telling him nothing or beckoning him over to look. I beckoned. Shhhhh! Come here. Careful, don't scare it!" It was a teensy-tiny rabbit with ears about 2 inches long that had made a home in a hole in the bricks. He melted and said, "Awwww! It's a baby bunny!" He immediately went to see if we had any lettuce in the fridge. I have the feeling he feels this way about Persia, whom he's never seen. He was also crabby about my dog Sampson when I had to move back home after my divorce in 1984 and brought the 2 year old pup with me. "You'd better pick up his crap in the yard!" Next thing I knew, he was on the floor playing with the dog and letting him get up in his recliner with him. He even forgave him for peeing on his chives! Dads are just funny that way. Jill Dads have the softest hearts of all, and that's why they're so leery of letting anything in. I remember my campaign, at about 9 years of age, to get a dog. I finally did succeed, but I never learned until later why my dad was so opposed. It wasn't the feeding, or the walks, or scheduling dog sitters ... it was the simple fact that you love these creatures so much, but they only live a short while and then you lose them and it hurts like nothing else. Puma, the dog I did get at 9 years of age, just after we'd moved from Germany and before the furniture was delivered, has wedged his way into all of our hearts. I still tear up when I think about him. His ashes live in my parents' garage, at a window where he can see the yard, the water, and the sun, with a little vase holding a cotton stalk to mark the shrine. My dad did all of that, choosing the right place and setting his little spot up "just so." But for all of Puma's life, my dad never ceased mentioning, "I love this dog, but I didn't want him!" -- monique |
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Monique Y. Mudama wrote:
On 2004-12-01, jmcquown penned: My dad still denies liking cats. Funny, even though he is still mad at me for pursuing my own happiness with John he asks how the cat is. I remember (I told this story before) him always saying he hoped I wasn't watching a cat out the front window when I was still a teen. He growled at me one day, "What the HELL are you looking at out there? Better not be a cat!" I waffled between telling him nothing or beckoning him over to look. I beckoned. Shhhhh! Come here. Careful, don't scare it!" It was a teensy-tiny rabbit with ears about 2 inches long that had made a home in a hole in the bricks. He melted and said, "Awwww! It's a baby bunny!" Dads are just funny that way. Jill Dads have the softest hearts of all, and that's why they're so leery of letting anything in. I remember my campaign, at about 9 years of age, to get a dog. I finally did succeed, but I never learned until later why my dad was so opposed. It wasn't the feeding, or the walks, or scheduling dog sitters ... it was the simple fact that you love these creatures so much, but they only live a short while and then you lose them and it hurts like nothing else. Yeah. My father got all upset when I had to have Sampson put down at nearly 18 years of age. I didn't know until after that when he was a boy in the 1930's he had a dog named Spot (heh) and it was killed by eating some poison bait a neighbor had left out. They lived in the country where dogs could run free but apparently this neighbor thought the dog was getting into the chicken house (maybe he was; I don't know, Dad doesn't know). But he never wanted to go through that heartbreak again. So he hardened that soft heart. We were not allowed to have pets when I was a kid other than birds. The bird tradition has continued. Dad would probably love Persia. Even though he still swears he hates cats, he asks me about how she's doing. Jill |
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"jmcquown" wrote in message . .. Yeah. My father got all upset when I had to have Sampson put down at nearly 18 years of age. I didn't know until after that when he was a boy in the 1930's he had a dog named Spot (heh) and it was killed by eating some poison bait a neighbor had left out. They lived in the country where dogs could run free but apparently this neighbor thought the dog was getting into the chicken house (maybe he was; I don't know, Dad doesn't know). But he never wanted to go through that heartbreak again. So he hardened that soft heart. We were not allowed to have pets when I was a kid other than birds. The bird tradition has continued. Dad would probably love Persia. Even though he still swears he hates cats, he asks me about how she's doing. Exactly like my father! His family got a cat sometimes in the '30s or late '20s, and they were all very fond of it. But unfortunately, after some years (can't remember how many) the cat was run over by a car, and the whole family cried for two weeks. For many years, we did not understand why my father wouldn't let us have a pet, it wasn't until a few years ago he told us about the cat he had when he was a kid. Ok, we had birds, because he could control that, they couldn't be run over by cars... He was very fond of animals, I know that, but he never wanted to tie any bonds to them, he was afraid of losing them. That's how it is! Hans |
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Adrian wrote:
I wonder what would have happened if the Borg had tried to assimulate cats. Can you imagine cats being all of one mind? Maybe the battle at Wolf 359 would have been futile. ;-) OK I'm rambling. Or not, if the cats decided it was time for a nap... -- Victor Martinez Owned and operated by the Fantastic Seven (TM) Send your spam he Email me he |
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On Wed, 01 Dec 2004 20:46:16 +0000, jXwXeXrXmXoXnXt wrote:
Karen wrote: My dad denied he liked cats forever. Despite the fact he built them furniture. Took them to vets. Fed them cheese. Carpeted a wall for them. Combed the long haired ones. You get the drift. Wow, your dad is more extreme than TBird's DH. I remember you talking about the furniture and carpeted walls (I love the carpeted wall idea, some time I'm going to do that for my kitties). How he can do all that and still claim he doesn't like cats is some serious denial! Joyce He doesn't like them -- he loves them. |
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