The Cat Who Walks Alone has taken back up with Himself from a year ago, and both of her younger siblings are all agog. La Principessa, at age almost-11, is speechless with jealousy (at some primitive level she’s realizing, “it’ll be my turn someday to have a boyfriend”), and expresses it by taking phone calls from Him with an obnoxious whinny (“it’s HIIIIIMMMM!!” she trills at top volume up the stairs), and by making kissing noises into the downstairs extension until The Cat appeals to me to “make her hang up!”
Bonzo, being male, and still more interested in Pokemon and WWF than in girls, in spite of having arrived at the exalted age of “I’ll be a freshman next year”, contents himself with merely making animal hooting noises at them through the screen door as they sit on the front porch.
Now, this is pretty low-key stuff, I’ll admit. I’m sure there are Dopers out there who made Sissy’s life a living hell for the duration of her courtship (or, alternatively, who tormented Big Brother beyond endurance).
So, whadja do, and more importantly–how did they get back at you?
Before I confess, I’ll need to know how you intend to use this information. Will you use it for good? or for evil? Will Cat Who be privvy to the discourse? or Bonzo or Principessa? How do you plan to demonstrate to me that my plans will be safe? hmmmmmm???
Also, what makes you think that I’ve stopped? (my sister and her husband have only been married for 27 years, so, this makes him immune?? ha!)
I used to show him pictures from the photo albums. Age 2 in the bathtub, age 6 with the do-it-yourself haircut, first time with makeup, etc. I never really cared about big sis and her relationships other than the sick pleasure of getting her all worked up into a hissy fit (“gimme those pictures! don’t you dare show him that one! MOOOMMMM!”)
I had a crush on one boyfriend named Dennis. I would just always sit in between them. (Sis is 5 years older than me. I guess I was about 10/11.) Finally, they started bringing boyfriend’s little brother along sometimes. He was a cutie too!
My boyfriend would bring me home by curfew - and then we’d stand on the front porch smooching for an hour. When my little brother (just under one year younger) thought we’d been there long enough, he’d flick the porch lights on and off.
He was a cutie too!