Great Prices are born here and raised elsewhere…
I saw this on a furniture store truck today, along with a cute picture of a baby. My first reaction was, “Why can’t you keep them?” It’s funny how this shapes our thoughts and feelings on stuff.
We have this cat that lives under our house now. When I lay in the hammock, she will jump up on my chest just purr away. She is very freidnly and playful and my son is scared to death of her. If I am holding her, he will come over to pet her, but if she looks at him he will get scared.
I don’t know why he is like this around cats. I don’t know of a time when he was ever hurt by one. He doesn’t have an issue with sheep, goats, or even nice calm dogs (although the hyper ones bug him as well.) This cat is also extremely friendly.
Anyway, we are considering sending the cat to the pound and I find myself not wanting to. It’s not so much that I really like the cat, although growing up, I always had a cat. It’s more about giving this part of my family away. I have come to expect her to be sitting at the door when I go to work in the morning and waiting on the fence when I get home. At the same time, I hate to see my son so scared and don’t want him to feel that way in his own yard. We can’t even have a nice dinner on the patio without him running inside when the cat comes near. I just don’t get it but don’t see any way around it.
I sometimes wonder if this was the way it was with my blood mom. Keep me or stay in the family? Me or finish college?
Recently, quite a few of my adoptee friends have reunited in one way or the other. Some of them keep apologizing to me like they have done something wrong. I am happy for you, my friends. Granted it does hurt a bit inside and I am jealous. It gives me hope but I also get it doesn’t happen to everyone so enjoy the gift you were given and don’t worry about upsetting or offending me please. Oh and ignore the tears of the boy behind the curtain when I smile.
June 13th, 2006 at 7:11 pm
Isn’t it funny how we see adoption or references to it almost everywhere we go?
I have times when I wish I wasn’t adopted, had no frame of reference for it, couldn’t care less. But I’m trying to accept that it’s a part of me. It helps to see things like the saying & pic on that truck and take them at face value. Even if it takes awhile to get there. ;)
June 13th, 2006 at 7:17 pm
you raise an interesting point with regard to your son. i know of a lady who is deathly terrifed of cats, and i can’t understand it either. she said that it was “just something about their eyes”. she would call first to ensure that all felis domesticus were put out of her sight before she would arrive at our door. how old is your son again? perhaps he is allergic or something. maybe a visit to a health care professional could rule that out.
meanwhile, you have built a relationship with the cat. a man who likes cats is ok in my book. having 6 of the little darlings (see my latest post for pics), i have a fairly good understanding of the ways of the cat. they are perfect examples of “choice theory” (by dr. william glasser). they get what they need, they do what they want when they want to. the cat chose your front porch to live under, and he/she chose you to sit on when you are available.
not much help i imagine, but i think that if you try and help your son to get used to the cat he may accept him/her for the great companion that he/she can be to all of you.
you are very strong to write about wanting to know where you came from, and that is admirable. being adopted and going through the whole search , find, relate, and not so much contact now, i can tell you that it will be worth whatever you find out. the imagination is a strong thing, and alot worse than any truth you may find. maybe if you let go; i mean; what i am trying to say is…the harder you search for something, the harder it is to find. you know what i mean?
looking forward to more posts. i have added you to my blog family, i hope that is ok with you.
have a good tuesday night/wednesday. poet
June 13th, 2006 at 8:03 pm
I have a cat too, I have had it for 14 years, she just moved in with us. She belonged to the neighbors, I am ALLERGIC to cats. But I have dutifully cared for this one, paid her vet bills etc. More than once I have wondered why I don’t just get rid of her, I even had someone offer to take her, but I can’t bring myself to “abandon” her, I wonder if it is because you know—
Joy
June 14th, 2006 at 9:34 pm
He’s 6 but he doesn’t seem to be allergic. He will pet the cat if I am holding her and doesn’t get any of the normal allergic reactions. I am still hoping he will change but I don’t even see a slight change. Then again, it’s still early right?
June 15th, 2006 at 8:52 am
Keep me or stay in the family? Me or finish college?
She may have lost them all.
In my case, lost my daughter to adoption, discarded by my family, lost my college acceptance, was left alone to take care of myself. Just point that out because your bmom may have lost all around and not “kept” anything.
June 15th, 2006 at 8:52 am
whoops, sorry, that anon was me.
June 17th, 2006 at 5:53 am
Hi Wraith,
Your son will come around eventually and even if he never really warms up to the idea of a kitty he will get to the point where it’s a given kitty lives there. Animals find us not the other way around. I really believe that. Your son will be fine, you are not going to emotionally scar him for life by allowing the cat to stay. ;o) They will get used to one another soon enough. Maybe you could try taking your son to the store and letting him pick out some treats and a few toys for the cat to play with. He may be into that and warm up to the idea of having a furry friend.