Hi everyone!
I really need to get this off my chest, and I have the feeling you guys are the only ones who will truly understand the way that I feel.
I have to say before I go into my rant that my mom is truly a cat lover, and has had cats her whole life. She gets caught up in particulars and in exactly what she wants sometimes. I'm disappointed with her, but she's still a wonderful person and I love her much. I just don't know what's going through her little brain!!!!!
It's about our new cat, Luna. But I'll go back to the beginning of the story.
Last summer, my beloved traditional siamese, Natasha pasted on from old age at the age of 20. The whole house was upset, with myself still missing her daily. In Febuary, I brought home my new sunshine, a high energy, very loving tuxedo tabby named "Chester" from a shelter. A couple of weeks after I brought Chester home, Natasha's son, Rasha (who had been battling kidney failure for 3 years prior) passed on from old age and conjestive heart failure at the age of 18. We held mom and cried again.
Rasha was my moms cat. She was there when Na gave birth. Rasha, being the runt of the litter had too much mucus on him when he was born, and Na was too tired, so mom rescued him from being smothered to death. He was the only boy, and the only flame point of the litter. Mom was in love immediately. He used to meet mom at the door when she'd come in the house, sleep with her all night, lay on her lap in the evenings and follow her around the rest of the time talking to her. She misses him as much as I do Na.
About a month ago, she decided to start looking for another male siamese cat. But being my mom didn't just want a male, she wanted a traditional faced male who was realitively young and either a blue or lilac point. She also didn't want to pay $650 for him from a repitible breeder. I started to push her towards looking at shelters, but we didn't find any cats that she was interested in. There was a woman selling some about 3 hours away in the newspaper, and so we made an appointment to go and see the one male kitten she had for Monday. Sunday morning I got a call. The call was from my friends mom. My friends grandmother could no longer take care of her Ragdoll Luna and if we didn't adopt her they were going to take her to the OSPCA. We drove down there.
It seemed perfect! She was just a year and a half old, so she was out of the kitten phase (and could defend herself against the rough playing chester) and she had arrived just in time. The night before my friends mom had prayed that we'd take her, and mom asked Rasha to help her in finding the right cat for her. Again, seems perfect.
We brought her home and got her spayed, since she hadden't been done yet. Shes skittery though, and the old lady was surely neglecting her, regardless of good intentions. Luna doesn't get up on the furnature and doesn't go into the bedrooms because she wasn't allowed. We're working on training her to do both, but it's a long process. Especially with a cat who is nervous about being touched (but loves a good scritch behind the ear). Mom's loosing patience. She wants everything that Rasha was back, and doesn't realize that she's not allowing Luna to be herself.
Last night mom came to me and wanted to look at kitten pictures on the internet, which was fine. I
looking at cuties. Then she says "oh and I've already decided that if this Luna thing doesn't work out, you're taking her with you when you move". In more or less words I said "not unless Chester can't live without her". I plan on keeping chester as a single cat when I move out (if I can) until I"m more settled and can for sure afford two. I'm just so
with my mom for trying to pawn Luna off on me, like she's some sort of object just because she doesn't fit her vision of what a perfect cat may be. I told her if it comes down to it she better keep Luna and adopt another cat down the line but she could not expect me just to take her off her hands simply because she's decided once again that she doesn't like girls and is too snobby to love a cat that isn't siamese, burmese or abyssinian. I'd like to point out that she adores Chester (although couldn't have him as her own because he hates to sleep on my lap or in my bed) and tries to convince me that my little black and white boy is some kind of mysterious breed simply because she's such a snob!
I've just had it! Luna is such a beautiful girl with so much potential if only someone would be patient with her. Mom's expectations are too high for any cat to meet and she just keeps on pushing Luna away little bit by little bit. Even the gains are losses (we finally got Luna to sleep on mom's bed by locking her in her room with her, but mom resents having to even ask her to come with, she just expects a cat to be excited about "bedtime"). Luna loves my mom the most, and does follow her around the house and such. I wish mom would just open her heart and see what Luna has to offer.
Thanks for listening guys,
Jess
I really need to get this off my chest, and I have the feeling you guys are the only ones who will truly understand the way that I feel.
I have to say before I go into my rant that my mom is truly a cat lover, and has had cats her whole life. She gets caught up in particulars and in exactly what she wants sometimes. I'm disappointed with her, but she's still a wonderful person and I love her much. I just don't know what's going through her little brain!!!!!
It's about our new cat, Luna. But I'll go back to the beginning of the story.
Last summer, my beloved traditional siamese, Natasha pasted on from old age at the age of 20. The whole house was upset, with myself still missing her daily. In Febuary, I brought home my new sunshine, a high energy, very loving tuxedo tabby named "Chester" from a shelter. A couple of weeks after I brought Chester home, Natasha's son, Rasha (who had been battling kidney failure for 3 years prior) passed on from old age and conjestive heart failure at the age of 18. We held mom and cried again.
Rasha was my moms cat. She was there when Na gave birth. Rasha, being the runt of the litter had too much mucus on him when he was born, and Na was too tired, so mom rescued him from being smothered to death. He was the only boy, and the only flame point of the litter. Mom was in love immediately. He used to meet mom at the door when she'd come in the house, sleep with her all night, lay on her lap in the evenings and follow her around the rest of the time talking to her. She misses him as much as I do Na.
About a month ago, she decided to start looking for another male siamese cat. But being my mom didn't just want a male, she wanted a traditional faced male who was realitively young and either a blue or lilac point. She also didn't want to pay $650 for him from a repitible breeder. I started to push her towards looking at shelters, but we didn't find any cats that she was interested in. There was a woman selling some about 3 hours away in the newspaper, and so we made an appointment to go and see the one male kitten she had for Monday. Sunday morning I got a call. The call was from my friends mom. My friends grandmother could no longer take care of her Ragdoll Luna and if we didn't adopt her they were going to take her to the OSPCA. We drove down there.
It seemed perfect! She was just a year and a half old, so she was out of the kitten phase (and could defend herself against the rough playing chester) and she had arrived just in time. The night before my friends mom had prayed that we'd take her, and mom asked Rasha to help her in finding the right cat for her. Again, seems perfect.
We brought her home and got her spayed, since she hadden't been done yet. Shes skittery though, and the old lady was surely neglecting her, regardless of good intentions. Luna doesn't get up on the furnature and doesn't go into the bedrooms because she wasn't allowed. We're working on training her to do both, but it's a long process. Especially with a cat who is nervous about being touched (but loves a good scritch behind the ear). Mom's loosing patience. She wants everything that Rasha was back, and doesn't realize that she's not allowing Luna to be herself.
Last night mom came to me and wanted to look at kitten pictures on the internet, which was fine. I
I've just had it! Luna is such a beautiful girl with so much potential if only someone would be patient with her. Mom's expectations are too high for any cat to meet and she just keeps on pushing Luna away little bit by little bit. Even the gains are losses (we finally got Luna to sleep on mom's bed by locking her in her room with her, but mom resents having to even ask her to come with, she just expects a cat to be excited about "bedtime"). Luna loves my mom the most, and does follow her around the house and such. I wish mom would just open her heart and see what Luna has to offer.
Thanks for listening guys,
Jess
