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Now I just have to deal with a mother who spent all night googling every nasty picture of cat bite injuries she can find
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she's going to be having panic attacks over the possibility that it could for the next few weeks.
I was told a person is less apt to get infected by an indoor-only cat. I don't know if this is true but it makes sense that a cat exposed to higher numbers of different bacteria and fungi outside would have more of same in their mouths and on their claws.
I'm waiting for my sister and cousin (who never help with mom but just LOVE to offer advice) to start saying I shouldn't have cats because mom has gotten herself hurt twice in a month. I love my mother to death and I've sacrificed most of my life to taking care of her since I was 13. I even gave up a chance to work at Best Friends. But I am NOT giving up my cats. Sorry, just now happening. They are welcome to move mom in with them but I'm not giving up the only thing that gives me a reason to smile every day.
I'm waiting for my sister and cousin (who never help with mom but just LOVE to offer advice) to start saying I shouldn't have cats because mom has gotten herself hurt twice in a month. I love my mother to death and I've sacrificed most of my life to taking care of her since I was 13. I even gave up a chance to work at Best Friends. But I am NOT giving up my cats. Sorry, just now happening. They are welcome to move mom in with them but I'm not giving up the only thing that gives me a reason to smile every day.
Stick to your guns on this one. We may love our parents to death but we don't owe them our lives and our happiness. As you said, if they have complaints, don't like how you're taking care of her, let them take her in.
Just got home and JJ is...fine. No explanation at all for his behavior other than he probably just hurt himself and the stress made him vomit. I think mom scared holy H*ll out of him when she screamed as well. He's back on painkillers for a few days.
Now I just have to deal with a mother who spent all night googling every nasty picture of cat bite injuries she can find. I am really, really hoping this doesn't get infected (and I know from personal experience how bad cat bite injuries are.) But even if it doesn't she's going to be having panic attacks over the possibility that it could for the next few weeks. I'm also going to have to deal with her family doctor who hates all animals and doesn't think people should have pets at all.
Well the good news is JJ is fine, the bad is your mom. My mother in law was pretty much like that. raised on a farm pets were supposed to be working animals, that was all. That is why it is so surprising my husband is such an animal lover. He was raised without any pets except Lightening, the cat. She was the perfect pet his mom thought: she slept in the garage, didn't care much for people and ate only the gohpers she could catch..
Just out of curiosity: is it your mom or her doctor that is not a pet lover?
Well the good news is JJ is fine, the bad is your mom. My mother in law was pretty much like that. raised on a farm pets were supposed to be working animals, that was all. That is why it is so surprising my husband is such an animal lover. He was raised without any pets except Lightening, the cat. She was the perfect pet his mom thought: she slept in the garage, didn't care much for people and ate only the gohpers she could catch..
Just out of curiosity: is it your mom or her doctor that is not a pet lover?
My mom loves the cats, though not to the extent perhaps that I do. More correctly, she loves them, but does not take being responsible for them as seriously as I do. In my youth my father once brought home a German Shepard that he found wandering. We had the dog for about 4 months before she 'got lost'...my mom took her to the local shelter and lied to everyone in the family because she had never wanted a large dog. She only admitted it eventually because I spent hours after school every day riding the streets on my bike looking for the dog. To this day she doesn't think she needs to apologize for it.
But again, she does love them...but she's easily swayed by the strong opinions of others. I can tell her the same thing fifty times and she'll ignore me, but if my sister or cousin say it once she suddenly agrees wholeheartedly.
She's making noises about having the cats declawed, which is another thing that simply will not be happening. I will, however, try using Soft Paws.
Getting a new doctor isn't an option because she likes this doctor and it's very hard to find doctors she trusts.
We had the dog for about 4 months before she 'got lost'...my mom took her to the local shelter and lied to everyone in the family because she had never wanted a large dog. She only admitted it eventually because I spent hours after school every day riding the streets on my bike looking for the dog. To this day she doesn't think she needs to apologize for it.
Something similar to this happened to my first cat "Tommy" and my grandmother and uncle. They lied to me and did away with him. I was devastated and was never able to forgive either of them for the betrayal. Then years later, when I was in the hospital giving birth to my son, my (now ex) husband took my cat and got rid of her without saying a word to me. I came home to find her gone. Again my mother was behind it. I don't take lightly to being lied to and betrayed. I didn't go to any of their funerals and they saw little of me before I moved to another state. Not one of them ever apologized.
I never found out what happened to these cats I so loved. :*(
Something similar to this happened to my first cat "Tommy" and my grandmother and uncle. They lied to me and did away with him. I was devastated and was never able to forgive either of them for the betrayal. Then years later, when I was in the hospital giving birth to my son, my (now ex) husband took my cat and got rid of her without saying a word to me. I came home to find her gone. Again my mother was behind it. I don't take lightly to being lied to and betrayed. I didn't go to any of their funerals and they saw little of me before I moved to another state. Not one of them ever apologized.
I never found out what happened to these cats I so loved. :*(
OMG...I am so sorry. And I would never have forgiven them!
But again, she does love them...but she's easily swayed by the strong opinions of others. I can tell her the same thing fifty times and she'll ignore me, but if my sister or cousin say it once she suddenly agrees wholeheartedly.
She's making noises about having the cats declawed, which is another thing that simply will not be happening. I will, however, try using Soft Paws.
Saber was in living in the basement of my mothers house when I moved back to Colorado from San Francisco after 35 years. It was the house I grew up in, and the house I left from the day I graduated from high school a year early.
My mother would never let an animal in her house starve, but she never found any joy in their presence, just obligation.
Anything I suggest, or any minor opinion I express is completely mistrusted, unless of course, my brother decides he thinks the same way, then she actually appropriates the idea as her own to begin with.
Since this discussion has gotten personal, and cats are involved, may I ask ... is it your mothers home that you are both living in together?
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