Well, doesn't that just make you smile?
I guess there is an upside to being sick. A week and a half before I need to, I hit 200. This is huge. I've not been under that number since, I'd have to guess, I had Vincent and before Katie. I know I looked pretty good for a few years then, but no idea what my weight was. So, we are to the point where I've lost the last 14 or so years of fat and I'm only 50 pounds off my goal weight. Fifty. Thats an amazing number.
I want to say I'm terribly sad that my father isn't here so that I can share this with him, but honestly, I've felt his silent encouragement always, before and after his death. He wants this for me as much as I do for me, and he is my inspiration. It's all levels of corny and silly, but I don't care. I miss him so much, its getting a bit harder as it goes now, so much that I want to talk to him about, tell him about what the kids are doing, talk to him about silly things we both see on TV. He is so proud of me, I know he is.
A few other things. So the kitten's 'owners' came by to visit last night. I know for sure she won't be staying and it just breaks my heart. I tried SO hard to talk to Debrah, the mother, about the kitten. Told her how good she'd been doing outside of the crate, that we hadn't locked her up once. I tried to explain how to break bad habits you don't like, and how quickly it works. But watching her jump backwards anytime ANY of the cats walked towards her, I just knew it was going in one ear and out the other. The daughter seemed to understand a bit of what I was saying, but then the little boy just about peeved me off.
The kitten LOVES this tennis ball Brian brought home from work. Only one of the cats that seemed to like it. So we showed them how she likes to play with it, and the boy was snatching it, and acting afraid, and yelling at her. Then, at one point he rolls the ball (not hard thankfully) and it hits the cat. Instead of him saying, oops, sorry, he says, "Tidbit, you DESERVED that! How'd it FEEL!?" I waited for the mom to say something and she ignored him. So I interjected, "I don't think the cat did anything to deserve that, that wasn't very nice."
This is why I cannot watch other people's children, they bug me something fierce.
So, now I know the kitten will go home, and I just pray some of what I tried to do works. I hope she has a good life. I'm not about to get into a fight over a cat with people that I don't know and risk things like that. Maybe I'm a wuss, but its just really not worth it. At least she's got a life, which is more than any of the others in the litter besides her and Nari.
It'll be sad for Nari, she really does love playing with her. And I still think Twitch is a much better name, she seems to agree as she answers to it already.
I want to say I'm terribly sad that my father isn't here so that I can share this with him, but honestly, I've felt his silent encouragement always, before and after his death. He wants this for me as much as I do for me, and he is my inspiration. It's all levels of corny and silly, but I don't care. I miss him so much, its getting a bit harder as it goes now, so much that I want to talk to him about, tell him about what the kids are doing, talk to him about silly things we both see on TV. He is so proud of me, I know he is.
A few other things. So the kitten's 'owners' came by to visit last night. I know for sure she won't be staying and it just breaks my heart. I tried SO hard to talk to Debrah, the mother, about the kitten. Told her how good she'd been doing outside of the crate, that we hadn't locked her up once. I tried to explain how to break bad habits you don't like, and how quickly it works. But watching her jump backwards anytime ANY of the cats walked towards her, I just knew it was going in one ear and out the other. The daughter seemed to understand a bit of what I was saying, but then the little boy just about peeved me off.
The kitten LOVES this tennis ball Brian brought home from work. Only one of the cats that seemed to like it. So we showed them how she likes to play with it, and the boy was snatching it, and acting afraid, and yelling at her. Then, at one point he rolls the ball (not hard thankfully) and it hits the cat. Instead of him saying, oops, sorry, he says, "Tidbit, you DESERVED that! How'd it FEEL!?" I waited for the mom to say something and she ignored him. So I interjected, "I don't think the cat did anything to deserve that, that wasn't very nice."
This is why I cannot watch other people's children, they bug me something fierce.
So, now I know the kitten will go home, and I just pray some of what I tried to do works. I hope she has a good life. I'm not about to get into a fight over a cat with people that I don't know and risk things like that. Maybe I'm a wuss, but its just really not worth it. At least she's got a life, which is more than any of the others in the litter besides her and Nari.
It'll be sad for Nari, she really does love playing with her. And I still think Twitch is a much better name, she seems to agree as she answers to it already.
posted by Tammy at
7:58 AM
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Heh, right now we are all trying to figure out how to talk her (Debrah) into letting us keep the kitty. I don't think any of my arguments sound very convincing though.
I plan on telling her at the end that I think the kitten is in for it bad with the way her son acts though. Dunno how well that will go over, but its not likely I'll ever see her again.
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