Okay so Metro hasn't been feeling well off and on for months now. My mom is convinced that he is just eating too fast, and is trying to implement means in order to get him to not eat so fast. Seeing as he's not my cat, and is hers, there's not much I can go but urge her to take the kitty to the vet sometime soon (she lives on disability) or take Metro in myself (which I probably would have already done but he seems to have turned the corner and is putting on some weight, though he's still occasionally sick).
Well last night my pregnant sister Aimee came over with her four kids. Cecilia is a HUGE cat fan, but doesn't quite know all the rules yet about kitties. Well Madine (the oldest girl) and her were actually being pretty good with Metro and taking turns holding him nice (They're both 5 right now, they're 9 months apart). Of course Ceci would get a little excited some times and squeeze a little bit tighter than Metro was comfortable with, but she was easy to talk down. Or Madine would try and ruffle Metro's ears like a dog, and Metro didn't really like that. They took turns trying to feed him, etc.,. They were really nice and enthusiastic. But after a while, I could just tell Metro was getting uncomfortable, so I took him upstairs, and was taking him to my brother's room to relax for a little (which is on the second story of the house) and Aimee starts lecturing me that it's unfair for me to take the cat away since Ceci came all this way to spend time with the kitty. I explained very rationally that Metro hasn't been feeling well and needs a few minutes to himself, and then I was going to bring the girls to see him again. She said, "I can't believe you would put that cat in front of my daughter."
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Are you kidding me? I can't believe you would put your daughter before someone who's a part of the family who is sick? I wasn't being rude. I didn't say, "Nope. Kids can't see the cat anymore." I just wanted him to have a few minutes by himself.
I told Aimee that Metro wasn't feeling well, and that it was gastrointestinal - I should have just been blunt and said, "hey if you shake the cat too much he's going to puke and poop all over your kids" which I think would be a bad impression on pet advocacy but probably Aimee shouldn't have a pet seeing as she already gave up a dog this year to Natalie because she couldn't handle being pregnant, having four kids and taking care of the dog but that may be too easy to judge on the matter - and that since he wasn't feeling well he might scratch the kids. (And I'm not meaning swatting or popping them in the face because he's not that kind of cat, but bowing up his back legs, trying to ask them gently to stop, he might accidentally scratch them. The kids understood after a few minutes this idea that when the "kitty was uncomfortable" that he would let them know with his back leg, so they were being quite intelligent and responsive to instruction, and we'd readjust.) Aimee repeated the statement about me depriving her kids of this experience. If she wants her kids to be around a cat, they should have come over to my apartment and spent time with Majel. I had a little girl over a few weeks ago, and she so didn't care about the little girl. She even let her take a nap with her head on her belly. Or she should take her kids to the animal shelter and let them play with the kitties.
I of course started crying. Then Natalie - my other sister - got mad at me for crying. Then I got mad. I pointed my finger at my sister Aimee and said, "I know YOU don't get it, but he's been sick for months and this is too much for him. The kids can come see him in a little bit but he needs to be alone for a while." Aimee's acting like I'm depriving her kids, when actually I'm trying to make everyone happy. I'm sure she wouldn't appreciate it if her kids were sick and barfy and my brother William and I just kept picking them up over and over and over again, taking turns "holding" the baby. The kid might need a few minutes to himself.
When I let Metro go up on the stairs, as it was, and I checked on him like 2 minutes later, he was laying at the top of the stairs and howling. Probably all the "getting picked up" and the stress of the kids being so enthusiastic and so loud was a bit much for him in his current condition. His tolerance level is probably lower because he's still not quite himself.
Or am I just being overprotective of Metro? I really don't think so. I thought I was being fair.
I can't believe her, being a PA would not understand ethical standards. You don't overtax someone who's sick. Regardless of species.
Later I brought the two girls up to see Metro who was still laying by the stairwell, stretched out, trying to nap. I told them to be nice and quiet and gentle since Metro wasn't feeling well, but that we could pet him nice and gentle since Metro was probably going to take a nap. So they did, and they were, and he actually purred for them which was super exciting to see Ceci's face that she actually made Metro purr. Then we followed Metro to William's room - since now he really WAS ready for a nap - and we put him on the bed and started petting him gently.
Madine started getting a little rough again with petting. And I told her, "You have to be nice and gentle. Pet him like this." And I showed her.
She asked, "Why?"
I said, "Well Metro's not feeling the greatest. He has a stomach bug," simplest way I could think of to explain to a five year old, "and he won't like it if you shake him like that." I grabbed her shoulder and rubbed it in the hard circle like she had been doing to Metro. "You wouldn't like that if you didn't feel good would you?"
She smiled and shook her head.
"Well see, nice and gentle."
She petted him for a little bit but then Madine was getting bored. Ceci and I could probably have stayed for hours just petting the kitty, nice and gentle and she would have been fine with it. I feel kind of bad since Ceci probably would have taken a nap with him, but I was set to watch Madine and Ceci. I don't know why I'm always the one set to watch them. Maybe I should just start saying, "Nope. I'm responsible for the animals. You people can watch the kids." But I actually had fun with them. Later we played "horsies" outside and made pretend bonfires and ate "stick sandwiches" and drew with chalk on the sidewalk. Spent absolutely no time with my sister Aimee other than being lectured by her. Whenever I would tell the kids "No" they might push it for a second, but really they just wanted to know why. When I gave them a reasonable explanation - for example: "no don't go in the garage." "Why?" "Because there's nothing fun in there." - then they were fine. Or if I gave them a consequence - "well if you go back in the garage then we have to go inside" - they would start behaving themselves again. They were very easily distracted to being good.
Was I being unreasonable in how I handled all this? I know this is really long, but I wanted the perspective from someone who was NOT family, and how to handle future endeavours. With my sister, not the kids. I think the kids have it down now, with some coaching on how to treat the kitty. They already knew not to pull on kitty's tails. My sister is so reactionary and always thinks that she knows best. Is there even any try? I just want to be able for us to have some kind of relationship with my sister, but she's always so insulting. I don't know if she means to be, but I can't imagine being her patient. And it's infinitely difficult being her sister when she never respects anything I have to say.
Well last night my pregnant sister Aimee came over with her four kids. Cecilia is a HUGE cat fan, but doesn't quite know all the rules yet about kitties. Well Madine (the oldest girl) and her were actually being pretty good with Metro and taking turns holding him nice (They're both 5 right now, they're 9 months apart). Of course Ceci would get a little excited some times and squeeze a little bit tighter than Metro was comfortable with, but she was easy to talk down. Or Madine would try and ruffle Metro's ears like a dog, and Metro didn't really like that. They took turns trying to feed him, etc.,. They were really nice and enthusiastic. But after a while, I could just tell Metro was getting uncomfortable, so I took him upstairs, and was taking him to my brother's room to relax for a little (which is on the second story of the house) and Aimee starts lecturing me that it's unfair for me to take the cat away since Ceci came all this way to spend time with the kitty. I explained very rationally that Metro hasn't been feeling well and needs a few minutes to himself, and then I was going to bring the girls to see him again. She said, "I can't believe you would put that cat in front of my daughter."
Are you kidding me? I can't believe you would put your daughter before someone who's a part of the family who is sick? I wasn't being rude. I didn't say, "Nope. Kids can't see the cat anymore." I just wanted him to have a few minutes by himself.
I told Aimee that Metro wasn't feeling well, and that it was gastrointestinal - I should have just been blunt and said, "hey if you shake the cat too much he's going to puke and poop all over your kids" which I think would be a bad impression on pet advocacy but probably Aimee shouldn't have a pet seeing as she already gave up a dog this year to Natalie because she couldn't handle being pregnant, having four kids and taking care of the dog but that may be too easy to judge on the matter - and that since he wasn't feeling well he might scratch the kids. (And I'm not meaning swatting or popping them in the face because he's not that kind of cat, but bowing up his back legs, trying to ask them gently to stop, he might accidentally scratch them. The kids understood after a few minutes this idea that when the "kitty was uncomfortable" that he would let them know with his back leg, so they were being quite intelligent and responsive to instruction, and we'd readjust.) Aimee repeated the statement about me depriving her kids of this experience. If she wants her kids to be around a cat, they should have come over to my apartment and spent time with Majel. I had a little girl over a few weeks ago, and she so didn't care about the little girl. She even let her take a nap with her head on her belly. Or she should take her kids to the animal shelter and let them play with the kitties.
I of course started crying. Then Natalie - my other sister - got mad at me for crying. Then I got mad. I pointed my finger at my sister Aimee and said, "I know YOU don't get it, but he's been sick for months and this is too much for him. The kids can come see him in a little bit but he needs to be alone for a while." Aimee's acting like I'm depriving her kids, when actually I'm trying to make everyone happy. I'm sure she wouldn't appreciate it if her kids were sick and barfy and my brother William and I just kept picking them up over and over and over again, taking turns "holding" the baby. The kid might need a few minutes to himself.
When I let Metro go up on the stairs, as it was, and I checked on him like 2 minutes later, he was laying at the top of the stairs and howling. Probably all the "getting picked up" and the stress of the kids being so enthusiastic and so loud was a bit much for him in his current condition. His tolerance level is probably lower because he's still not quite himself.
Or am I just being overprotective of Metro? I really don't think so. I thought I was being fair.
I can't believe her, being a PA would not understand ethical standards. You don't overtax someone who's sick. Regardless of species.
Later I brought the two girls up to see Metro who was still laying by the stairwell, stretched out, trying to nap. I told them to be nice and quiet and gentle since Metro wasn't feeling well, but that we could pet him nice and gentle since Metro was probably going to take a nap. So they did, and they were, and he actually purred for them which was super exciting to see Ceci's face that she actually made Metro purr. Then we followed Metro to William's room - since now he really WAS ready for a nap - and we put him on the bed and started petting him gently.
Madine started getting a little rough again with petting. And I told her, "You have to be nice and gentle. Pet him like this." And I showed her.
She asked, "Why?"
I said, "Well Metro's not feeling the greatest. He has a stomach bug," simplest way I could think of to explain to a five year old, "and he won't like it if you shake him like that." I grabbed her shoulder and rubbed it in the hard circle like she had been doing to Metro. "You wouldn't like that if you didn't feel good would you?"
She smiled and shook her head.
"Well see, nice and gentle."
She petted him for a little bit but then Madine was getting bored. Ceci and I could probably have stayed for hours just petting the kitty, nice and gentle and she would have been fine with it. I feel kind of bad since Ceci probably would have taken a nap with him, but I was set to watch Madine and Ceci. I don't know why I'm always the one set to watch them. Maybe I should just start saying, "Nope. I'm responsible for the animals. You people can watch the kids." But I actually had fun with them. Later we played "horsies" outside and made pretend bonfires and ate "stick sandwiches" and drew with chalk on the sidewalk. Spent absolutely no time with my sister Aimee other than being lectured by her. Whenever I would tell the kids "No" they might push it for a second, but really they just wanted to know why. When I gave them a reasonable explanation - for example: "no don't go in the garage." "Why?" "Because there's nothing fun in there." - then they were fine. Or if I gave them a consequence - "well if you go back in the garage then we have to go inside" - they would start behaving themselves again. They were very easily distracted to being good.
Was I being unreasonable in how I handled all this? I know this is really long, but I wanted the perspective from someone who was NOT family, and how to handle future endeavours. With my sister, not the kids. I think the kids have it down now, with some coaching on how to treat the kitty. They already knew not to pull on kitty's tails. My sister is so reactionary and always thinks that she knows best. Is there even any try? I just want to be able for us to have some kind of relationship with my sister, but she's always so insulting. I don't know if she means to be, but I can't imagine being her patient. And it's infinitely difficult being her sister when she never respects anything I have to say.