Cats and Stereotypes
May. 8th, 2005 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wheelieterpSo as I mentioned.. I moved yesturday. And as some of you may already know, I moved in with Mom and Dad in order to save money for my move to Mexico. I know how it sounds, 35 year old man moving in with his parents, but my parents and I have always been close and more like friends than family anyway, so I think this is going to work out just fine.
Mom and Dad have Siamese cats. Two of them.. They dote on them. A little too much. I have been hearing them talking to the cats as I move in.. "Sammy, Jasmine.. It's ok.. I know this is upsetting you!! Awwww!"
And "What is your brother (that would be me) doing in there?? All those boxes!! Better go check it out!" And... "Ooooh... Look Sammy, your brother STEEEEVIE is moving home."
And Mom: "The only thing I am worried about is the closed door to your room.. You know, that WAS Sammy's room.. I am afraid she'll get upset by the closed door."
Me: "She'll get over it."
Mom: "Well... We'll see.. I just bet you two are going to be the BEST of friends."
Me: "Goody."
I am more of a dog person. Though I have to admit, Sammy is a cool cat. Jasmine is afraid of everything and lives in the closet being neurotic.. So she and I will most likely never see eachother. But I just KNOW that when I was out last night, mom took Sammy into my room so the cat could "Check it out".
As for the Toy boxes... Worked out perectly. I loaded them into my car yesturday morning before Dad showed up with the trailer. Then it just worked out that he took the trailer back when I was ready to unload my car.. Mom went to the bathroom and I just brought them in and stuck 'em in the closet. No problem... HOWEVER.. when we went to unload my storage closet at the old house, I TOTALLY forgot about the portable sling/suspension stand in there...
Dad: "What's that?"
Me: (Panicking)"What are you senile, Dad?? Those are my golf clubs.. you GAVE Them to me, rememeber?"
Dad: "Very funny.. I meant THAT behind the golf clubs.. The black metal pieces."
Me: " Oh... THAT... That's ummm.. Luis' and it's a stand for a punching bag." (Sorry, baby.. But you know the rule.. BLAME THE BOY.")
Dad: "Looks like an awfully big stand."
Me: "Yup."
Dad: "Luis likes punching bags, huh?"
Me: (And YES.. I am ashamed of this..)"Well.. you know Mexicans and boxing.."
My friend David, who was helping me move, spit out his water at that point...
David: " Oops.. choked..."
Then he made jokes about punching bags for the rest of the day.. Ok. So I'm a Loser.
Mom and Dad have Siamese cats. Two of them.. They dote on them. A little too much. I have been hearing them talking to the cats as I move in.. "Sammy, Jasmine.. It's ok.. I know this is upsetting you!! Awwww!"
And "What is your brother (that would be me) doing in there?? All those boxes!! Better go check it out!" And... "Ooooh... Look Sammy, your brother STEEEEVIE is moving home."
And Mom: "The only thing I am worried about is the closed door to your room.. You know, that WAS Sammy's room.. I am afraid she'll get upset by the closed door."
Me: "She'll get over it."
Mom: "Well... We'll see.. I just bet you two are going to be the BEST of friends."
Me: "Goody."
I am more of a dog person. Though I have to admit, Sammy is a cool cat. Jasmine is afraid of everything and lives in the closet being neurotic.. So she and I will most likely never see eachother. But I just KNOW that when I was out last night, mom took Sammy into my room so the cat could "Check it out".
As for the Toy boxes... Worked out perectly. I loaded them into my car yesturday morning before Dad showed up with the trailer. Then it just worked out that he took the trailer back when I was ready to unload my car.. Mom went to the bathroom and I just brought them in and stuck 'em in the closet. No problem... HOWEVER.. when we went to unload my storage closet at the old house, I TOTALLY forgot about the portable sling/suspension stand in there...
Dad: "What's that?"
Me: (Panicking)"What are you senile, Dad?? Those are my golf clubs.. you GAVE Them to me, rememeber?"
Dad: "Very funny.. I meant THAT behind the golf clubs.. The black metal pieces."
Me: " Oh... THAT... That's ummm.. Luis' and it's a stand for a punching bag." (Sorry, baby.. But you know the rule.. BLAME THE BOY.")
Dad: "Looks like an awfully big stand."
Me: "Yup."
Dad: "Luis likes punching bags, huh?"
Me: (And YES.. I am ashamed of this..)"Well.. you know Mexicans and boxing.."
My friend David, who was helping me move, spit out his water at that point...
David: " Oops.. choked..."
Then he made jokes about punching bags for the rest of the day.. Ok. So I'm a Loser.
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Date: 2005-05-08 05:58 pm (UTC);)
That'll teach you!
Let me explain the concept of MASOCHIST...
Date: 2005-05-08 06:01 pm (UTC)Oh shit!
Date: 2005-05-08 06:41 pm (UTC)Ha Ha..
Date: 2005-05-08 06:49 pm (UTC)Re: Ha Ha..
Date: 2005-05-08 07:28 pm (UTC)I'm just saying it's really funny. Movie funny!
Re: Ha Ha..
Date: 2005-05-08 08:22 pm (UTC)Hey Dad i forgot my stand for my pounching bad
Date: 2005-05-09 02:34 am (UTC)Re: Hey Dad i forgot my stand for my pounching bad
Date: 2005-05-09 02:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-09 02:57 am (UTC)Hey, I talk to my cat a lot, too. And yes, I say stupid stuff like "Your Uncle Rafael is coming over today, are you excited?" All my friends are either aunts or uncles to my cat. I'd be the same way if I had a dog, probably even worse.
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Date: 2005-05-10 12:25 am (UTC)