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Cat Forum / Cat Anecdotes / March 2005We don't have three cats
We took in our baby bitties (at age 3 weeks) just before we moved to Halifax in August 2005. We couldn't leave them in the trash where we found them, nor could we make ourselves take them to the overburdened Humane Society. They were already struggling with taking in over 30 strays DAILY...who would care for infant kittens? Answer: Us. DP's parents and my parents were not keen on the idea of us having four cats though. I told my folks they were DP's kittens, therefore DP's problem. My parents like DP and don't pull their Bastard Parent Tricks on him since he's not their child. DP chose not to tell his parents; my parents told them during the move. They called DP to inform him that we could NOT have four cats, and he assured them that he would make sure the kittens found a good home. Fast forward to October 2002. DP's parents were coming to visit us in our new home. They arrive at the door, and are greeted by an inquisitive Kumani. DP's mom furrows her brow--she knew we had a black cat (Nocturne) and a grey cat (Smokey), yet here was a little tabby girl. "That's not Nox or Smokey is it?" "No," DP said, "That's Kumani." "You don't have THREE CATS, do you?" I almost choked as DP answered, with a perfectly straight face, "No. we do not have three cats." "Good," says DP's dad, and they go into the living room, where they see Smokey on the couch, Nox on the chair, and Tyche on the cat furniture. And stop. And splutter. And stare at DP, who says mildly, "...we have four." "FOUR CATS?!" "Remember those kittens I found?" "You said you were going to find them new homes!" "No, I said I was going to find them a good home, and I did. It just happened to be ours." "You can't have four cats!" "Evidently we /can/, because we /do/, and have for three months now." And that was the end of that. ;) --Fil Man if I could pull that without the chance of me being evicted, I probably would My parents think that is enough that I have two parakeets AND two cats. Kristi > We took in our baby bitties (at age 3 weeks) just before we moved to > Halifax in August 2005. We couldn't leave them in the trash where we [quoted text clipped - 47 lines] > > --Fil Oh... My... Gawd... How did he do that without laughing? What an absolutely wonderful person he is! Of course, this from the woman who's parents, at one time, had 18 furbabies of the barking variety and 24 cats (not kidding). All were well cared for, clean, altered, and massively loved. No wonder I like lots of animals (me with my measly 4 cats and 1 "other" - read barker) around me. And DH can't understand why I feed the external babies... Smokie Darling (Annie) <snip most of very funny story!> LOL Thanks! > I almost choked as DP answered, with a perfectly straight face, > "No. we do not have three cats." [quoted text clipped - 3 lines] > cat furniture. And stop. And splutter. And stare at DP, who > says mildly, "...we have four." This reminds me of an old friend who fostered literally 50-100 cats at a time. Her BF wasn't thrilled with this as some can imagine but she couldn't say no at the shelter. They had agreed, no more new cats until most were adopted out. She didn't like this agreement but she loved him. A very large, friendly, 4-paw-declawed purebred Maine Coon came into the system and there was no room at any of the foster homes, so of course she took him home with her. Every time her BF saw Sebastian and looked at him as if wondering who that was, she said it was Jasper (another *smaller* MC that she was fostering). It almost worked. I mean, what is *one* more?? ;)  SignatureCheryl Love this story! DP is a keeper! Christine > We took in our baby bitties (at age 3 weeks) just before we moved to > Halifax in August 2005. We couldn't leave them in the trash where we [quoted text clipped - 47 lines] > > --Fil >>>We took in our baby bitties (at age 3 weeks) just before we moved to >>>Halifax in August 2005. >>><snip very funny story> >>>--Fil What an adorable story! Sounds like DP is a keeper for sure ;-) My parents, who know a few Bastard Parent Tricks of their own, also have their opinions of how many cats I should have. I told them when they move in and start paying my bills, they could tell me how my household was run. Obviously DP is much more charming ;-) Kerrie > What an adorable story! Sounds like DP is a keeper for sure ;-) My > parents, who know a few Bastard Parent Tricks of their own, also have [quoted text clipped - 3 lines] > > Kerrie Sadly, we're students and occasionally need loans to cover car repairs and tuition bills. But we have never asked for money to cover vet bills. Although, one year we were invited to Ontario for Yule and we said no because we couldn't find a cat sitter. Therefore, my folks paid for each feline to have a deluxe accommodation at our vet's boarding kennel, so we could come visit. That wasn't a loan though, it was a gift ;) --Fil >>>>We took in our baby bitties (at age 3 weeks) just before we moved to > [quoted text clipped - 11 lines] > > Kerrie That's just mind-boggling to me. My parents certainly have their opinions about my life (specifically, they think another pet would be too much work for me right now), but they *always* finish up by saying, "But it's your life; I'm just telling you what I think." My parents have always let me find my own way, although not without comment. It's one of the things I really appreciate about them. (Now if only I could get them to limit themselves to one discussion per subject matter ...) Signaturemonique, who spoils Oscar unmercifully pictures: http://www.bounceswoosh.org/rpca "Monique Y. Mudama" <spam@bounceswoosh.org> wrote in message news > That's just mind-boggling to me. My parents certainly have their opinions > about my life (specifically, they think another pet would be too much work for > me right now), but they *always* finish up by saying, "But it's your life; I'm > just telling you what I think." I wish I'd experienced that. My parents' general opinion is "Do as we say or get out of our house." I've been hearing that since high school, and on occasion did have to find somewhere else to live for a while. The military offered me stable accomodations part of the year. Anyway, their Dirty Parent Tricks are not nearly as effective since I live so far away--they're rather obliged to be nice if they want to see me at all. I knew if I could just get those kittens to Nova Scotia it'd be beyond their ability to interfere. My mom, however, refused to let my dad help me with transporting the kittens, so I sent them with DP in his car before my dad arrived. --Fil > I wish I'd experienced that. My parents' general opinion is "Do as we > say or get out of our house." I've been hearing that since high > school, and on occasion did have to find somewhere else to live for a > while. The military offered me stable accomodations part of the year. You are my sibling! My mother was the same - everything *had* to be done her way and there was no negotiation at all. One her more notable attempts to impose her will was when I was renting a small place of my own - which was basic, but it was all I could afford at the time. Mother decided to help: she offered to buy me a carpet. Problem was she picked out not only the range, which I had no problem with as she was going to be paying, but the exact colour within said range. There were ten colours of this carpet all at the same price, and mother said "You will have the brown." So I said, "Thank you, but no thanks, as I really don't like the brown." Next thing I knew, I arrived home from work one day to find my mother & father at my place putting a brown carpet on my living room floor even though I had said "No thanks"... I replaced it a short time later with a carpet I chose & I paid for which was *not* brown. When mother used to visit, she'd forever be telling me "Helen, that would look much better over there." or "I don't like that, you should get rid of it." She didn't like it when my response was "Mother, you have things in your house I don't like, but it's your house and you can have what you want. So allow me the same courtesy to have what I like in my house." > Anyway, their Dirty Parent Tricks are not nearly as effective since I > live so far away--they're rather obliged to be nice if they want to > see me at all. I knew if I could just get those kittens to Nova > Scotia it'd be beyond their ability to interfere. My mom, however, > refused to let my dad help me with transporting the kittens, so I sent > them with DP in his car before my dad arrived. I found that life was much more pleasant and a lot less complicated when I didn't see my mother at all. Cheers, helen s > --Fil > You are my sibling! My mother was the same - everything *had* to be done her > way and there was no negotiation at all. Holy smokes! That's awful. My mother was relatively easy-going, but I still couldn't stand the restraint & moved out at 17. Katz > You are my sibling! My mother was the same - everything *had* to be done her > way and there was no negotiation at all. One her more notable attempts to [quoted text clipped - 8 lines] > putting a brown carpet on my living room floor even though I had said "No > thanks"... ARG, it's TRUE isn't it!!! (My saving grace is that my apartment is full of mismatched ends and I don't really care what colour things are...I'd bet money she wouldn't have bought me cat furniture if it had been black instead of brown....) When my mom comes over I have to pick clothes she likes and get a hair cut, or else she is constantly commenting on how 'ugly' I am. If I do this, she is telling everyone how nice I look and buying me stuff. ARG (It is tolerable these days, since once she leaves, I can put my nose ring back in...but when I lived in her house, it was like open war as she tried to force me into a miniature version of herself.) > I found that life was much more pleasant and a lot less complicated when I > didn't see my mother at all. Well for me, no mom = no dad, no grandpa, no Oma. And I'm not going to do that to the others, especially oma and grandpa who are in their 90s. In the meantime I will put up with Mom so she will get me plane tickets to see my grandparents. --Fil > "You don't have THREE CATS, do you?" > > I almost choked as DP answered, with a perfectly straight face, "No. we do > not have three cats." Reminds me of my junior year at college. I'd somehow kept hamsters for months without my RA finding out, until one day when several of us were chatting in the hall. My RA asked if I didn't find the room next to the showers to be too noisy. Before I could answer, another hallmate pipes up, "Nah, the hamster wheels drown it out, anyway!" I gave her my best "Shut up now" look, but she missed it and kept chattering about my policy-violation hamsters to the extent that my RA couldn't pretend to have missed the comment. "Monique, do you have a hamster?" <considers honor code> "Nooooo ...." "Monique, do you have two hamsters?" "Welllllllll ..." She demanded that I get rid of them right away, but of course I had no where to put them, so I convinced her I had no choice but to wait and bring them home to live with my parents the next time I drove home. Signaturemonique, who spoils Oscar unmercifully pictures: http://www.bounceswoosh.org/rpca >> "You don't have THREE CATS, do you?" >> [quoted text clipped - 21 lines] >to put them, so I convinced her I had no choice but to wait and bring them >home to live with my parents the next time I drove home. When my sister, Mary, was in graduate school at Southern Seminary in Louisville, Kentucky, she had friends who kept a pet ferret, Louweasel, in their one-room student apartment. The students weren't supposed to have pets, so, when another student working for the seminary as an exterminator came around to spray the apartments, they stuck Louweasel in a dresser drawer. The exterminator turned out to be in a chatty mood, so they stood around talking for a few minutes. They kept hearing scrabbling noises coming from the dresser, and coughing or making other noises to try to drown the scrabbling noises out. The exterminator must have realized what was going on, but he pretended not to hear anything. SignatureJohn F. Eldredge -- john@jfeldredge.com PGP key available from http://pgp.mit.edu "Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all." -- Hypatia of Alexandria > Reminds me of my junior year at college. I'd somehow kept hamsters for months > without my RA finding out, until one day when several of us were chatting in [quoted text clipped - 3 lines] > missed it and kept chattering about my policy-violation hamsters to the extent > that my RA couldn't pretend to have missed the comment. Hallmate wonders why there is toothpaste, honey and ketchup in her bed for the rest of the semester? --Fil, who does not play nicely with hallmates >> Reminds me of my junior year at college. I'd somehow kept hamsters for >> months without my RA finding out, until one day when several of us were [quoted text clipped - 9 lines] > > --Fil, who does not play nicely with hallmates Hah! Nah, I'm not the vindictive sort. Although I always wondered, could someone really make a mistake that huge, or was she doing it on purpose? It's true that the hamsters weren't exactly hidden; I would take them out of their cages and let the girls on my hall play with them, so maybe she just forgot it was supposed to be a secret. Signaturemonique, who spoils Oscar unmercifully pictures: http://www.bounceswoosh.org/rpca
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