headshaking; muttering
At the risk of sounding way too snarky, I feel as if I should stand up for Nerdy Cat Lovers, Somewhat Lacking in Social Skills, everywhere and say, “With an attitude like that, you are lucky someone is talking to you in the first place.” Of course, some of that may be coming from the overall Barbeque Pit posting style, and not you personally.
You know, just because I’m a professional pet-sitter, people expect me to be as goofy about their pets as they are. And they pay me the big bucks, so I make an effort. But I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had dogs give me a look of relief after their “parents” are gone (after the big, tearful, kissy goodbye scene). Usually there’s a sympathetic pat and a promise from me to respect their dignity.
“Oh, little Kipsy just CAN’T sleep without her fuzzy blankie! You have to make sure she has her fuzzy blankie with her in her basket, don’t we, Kipsy-woo-woo! Yes, we DO! And maybe you’ll think I’m silly, but every night I tuck her in. She just LOVES it. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”
Cut to me looking at dog, dog rolling her eyes, us both mentally agreeing that this is a vacation for her, too, and there will be plenty of time over the weekend for her to roll in shit and sleep on the couch.
Yeah, lady, I think you’re crazy, but it’s the kind of crazy that pays me $20 an hour plus mileage.
We have one like this where I work, but instead cats, it’s her kids she won’t shut the fuck up about.
Every single conversation she has is about Daughter1’s soccer or Daughter2’s cheerleading or Daughter3 learning to swim or Daughter1 and Daughter3 fighting with Daughter2. I don’t think she has ever had a single conversation that did not in some way involve her three pwecious widdwe angews. She cannot go more than five minutes into a conversation without talking about what Amazingly Cute Thing one or all of her kids did today, yesterday, the day before that, etc. until you want to kill her.
She’s a nice lady, but she has a severe case of Speaktamuch Abatonething. And no amount of hinting, no matter how rude, gets her off the topic of her damn kids. Including ‘Yeah, I love kids too - medium rare with some mesquite bbq sauce.’
This thread is not the meltdown I was expecting. Even the predictible anti-cat drive-bys are tepid at best. I blame the Hurricane!
QN said, “Kalhoun, do people swoop in to rescue the people you’re talking to by “reminding” them of that “thing” they “just have to do right away”? Are you aware of people making fun of you, and your reaction is to be thrilled because you’re the center of attention? If not, you’re not my reviled cow-orker.”
No, like others on the board, I only talk to other cat people about my little softies. The woman next to me actually GAVE me one of mine, and she gave another one to the girl across from me. We don’t ever speak to non-cat people (everyone knows they SUCK) ;). I try not to be a big cat’s asshole about it. But DAMNIT! I love those little twerps! I DO! I LOVE them! We just bore ourselves with the details.
Kalhoun, are you my mother-in-law? Just checking. If you are, then what’s this about a “Mr. Kalhoun”? You’re divorced!
At least, you are if you’re my mother-in-law. And yes, her (your?) life does utterly revolve around her cats. They really ARE the only exciting thing in her life- at least, until we produce kids.
Well, I’ve just returned to this thread via vanity search and I have to say I’m shocked AND amused at the number of replies. I nearly pee’d my pants when I read Dooku’s reply.
The subject could have easily been Shut the fuck up about your fucking <x>! I don’t give a fuck! and then everybody could have taken a turn at whatever it is they love to hate.
As I expected, I am still privy to at least a story a day. Did you know that when she gets up early it freaks the cat out because, you know, the cat always gets up first and just HAS to wake her up.
Today I don’t mind. And most days I don’t really mind. I know that cats aren’t the only thing in her life and she does speak on other subjects, albeit not many.
Here’s a good one. Often when I talk about my kid (and I only do if it’s conversation worthy), she will often counter with a cat story, like there’s any fucking correlation at all. I’ve yet to give her crap about that, gentleman that I am. One of these days…
Heard a comedian the other night, Lord Carrett:
Esprix
To one of my wonderful coworkers (you know who you are) -
You are wonderful to work with. You are bright and you are hard-working. You do not push your PhD. in everyone’s face. You do wonderful analysis and know things about combinatorics and strange algebras that I can’t appreciate, and I know that you are one of the most brilliant people I’ve ever met.
But if you tell me about Mr. Pithleswait or Thumpsuckler or whatever the fuck his name is one more time, I will rip the throat out of your neck and bash your skull with the printer. The big printer, over there by the microwave.
Not all men are cat haters. Some of us think cats are cute.
But that doesn’t mean we don’t despise baby talk or graphic descriptions of cats medical conditions :eww:
Agreed, aryk29. I confine my kitty stories to other kitty people, and talk about my daughter to other people who appreciate kid chatting. We just have to hope the dwellers of the darkness will some day come to learn the joys of feline love, and the world will be one, complete with foilballs and mouseheads.