And here comes the WTF portion of life, just in time for the holiday.
Brother and his family are here in town for 2 weeks, partly on account of the holiday. We went out to dinner tonight at a Chinese place, where I got hit with a bomb by my folks.
I forget how the conversation spiraled into this, but SIL mentioned something about her best friend looking for a pet - preferably a cat - and my dad and mom piped up with something about how "we've got two she could take." (That would be KC and Boo.)
They weren't joking.
Well, anyone who knows me knows how I get when something or someone I love is threatened. I flip my shit like WOAH. I spoke up then and said something along the lines of "you're not getting rid of my babies!" To which my dad responded "stay out of it." I think my SIL knew by then that I was seriously pissed, because if glares could melt people, my dad would have been a stain on the carpet in that instant.
(Commence with the WTFing.)
Those of you who remember what it was like for me when my beloved Neko went in 2010... You don't fuck with my cats. I care about my parents, but they fucked me over royally with Neko and I vowed I'd never let it happen again with any other cat of mine. But now I have a very bad feeling that I may be losing one or more cats by the time this fall/winter rolls around and we have to move into this New Small House. (Sam is safe because he's the eldest, and because he's the most-well-behaved of the three, so I'm not worried about him. It's KC and Boo who are my concern here.)
I'm getting to know KC and Boo - I only spent a few months with them when I first got them the same year I moved to Florida for the 2nd time - and they're adorable. I can't get over how big they've grown and how beautiful they are. Their fur is so super-soft, and they love to be petted. (Not big on being picked up and held, but I've had a few cats like that.) I love them already.
I rescued them from a life on the street; they CAME to me, literally hours after Neko died. If that's not a sign, I don't know what is. So - what's the fucking point of saving them if I can't keep them? I don't know SIL's friend, who's to say she'd take good care of them?
I foresee much ugliness in the future concerning this topic. If it comes to it, I'm not going to hold back on my folks. I would even go so far as to consider cutting all ties with them and literally walking out the door with whatever I could fit in my car. Which would end badly for all of us, but like I said, they fucked me once on something that was really important to me, and I think they knew it, or else KC and Boo might not have come into the house in the first place. And I vowed I'd never let it happen again. I'm tired of getting pushed around by my own family. Ironically, part of the reason I had to come back to Illinois - aside from the money issues - was because I was lonely and missed my folks (when they're being good, they're all right to be around). But now I'm fast being reminded of just why I think I took the Florida opportunity when I did.
*sigh*
I forget how the conversation spiraled into this, but SIL mentioned something about her best friend looking for a pet - preferably a cat - and my dad and mom piped up with something about how "we've got two she could take." (That would be KC and Boo.)
They weren't joking.
Well, anyone who knows me knows how I get when something or someone I love is threatened. I flip my shit like WOAH. I spoke up then and said something along the lines of "you're not getting rid of my babies!" To which my dad responded "stay out of it." I think my SIL knew by then that I was seriously pissed, because if glares could melt people, my dad would have been a stain on the carpet in that instant.
(Commence with the WTFing.)
Those of you who remember what it was like for me when my beloved Neko went in 2010... You don't fuck with my cats. I care about my parents, but they fucked me over royally with Neko and I vowed I'd never let it happen again with any other cat of mine. But now I have a very bad feeling that I may be losing one or more cats by the time this fall/winter rolls around and we have to move into this New Small House. (Sam is safe because he's the eldest, and because he's the most-well-behaved of the three, so I'm not worried about him. It's KC and Boo who are my concern here.)
I'm getting to know KC and Boo - I only spent a few months with them when I first got them the same year I moved to Florida for the 2nd time - and they're adorable. I can't get over how big they've grown and how beautiful they are. Their fur is so super-soft, and they love to be petted. (Not big on being picked up and held, but I've had a few cats like that.) I love them already.
I rescued them from a life on the street; they CAME to me, literally hours after Neko died. If that's not a sign, I don't know what is. So - what's the fucking point of saving them if I can't keep them? I don't know SIL's friend, who's to say she'd take good care of them?
I foresee much ugliness in the future concerning this topic. If it comes to it, I'm not going to hold back on my folks. I would even go so far as to consider cutting all ties with them and literally walking out the door with whatever I could fit in my car. Which would end badly for all of us, but like I said, they fucked me once on something that was really important to me, and I think they knew it, or else KC and Boo might not have come into the house in the first place. And I vowed I'd never let it happen again. I'm tired of getting pushed around by my own family. Ironically, part of the reason I had to come back to Illinois - aside from the money issues - was because I was lonely and missed my folks (when they're being good, they're all right to be around). But now I'm fast being reminded of just why I think I took the Florida opportunity when I did.
*sigh*