Maternal Urges

I believed I learned this one from my mom. I don't know where she learned it from. Maybe for her, it was just instinct. Somehow, this maternal pattern is appearing in my family. Let's backtrack a little.

After I was born and so many years of not finding the man of her dreams, my mom decided for now in her life, I would be an only child. Although she held tight to this belief, she kept having an urge to have another child. I guess Mother Nature and her body had other ideas and kept urging her forward. She fought back though and won temporarily by taking in my grandma's black cat, Dixie.

I loved Dixie. She was a year younger than me and quite the proper lady cat. Although she wasn't that fun since she growled and hissed all the time, I still enjoyed playing with her.

I guess my mom got that urge again when I was seven years old. That was year that we got Trixie. She was an ugly cross-eyed Siamese kitten that my mom bought from a local farming family. I was so delighted. I think Dixie was too. I had a new playmate and Dixie figured she could retire to the tranquility of my mother's room. Sorry, no deal there Dixie. Trixie was a runt and still needed a mom. For whatever personal reason she had, Dixie fixed her own materal urge with the Siamese kitten. Trixie got a mom and I got two furry friends to play dolls with.

After about six years, my mom got the urge again. That's when Pixie entered our family. This gray-striped tabby was not very bright, but she gave my mom much joy. She was a hopper since I raised her with my bunny, Pepsi. She was spooked of everything which made playing with her interesting. Although Pixie never joined the Trixie/Dixie clique, she surrvived as "Mom's favorite" kitty.

A couple years later, the urge struck mom again. This time it was a black kitten with a few select white spots. Spooky began the trend of a new name line and new cat personality issues. She was the baby of the basement. That was her domain. She liked her alone time and large amount of personal space. She always had a runny nose and several allergy issues. Somehow, this loner was placed in Pixie's friend box. Poor Pix, her only kitty friend didn't want to be near her.

Well, things changed. Mom's urges took a break. Dix and Trix and Pix and eventually the Spook got their first class ticket to kitty heaven. During the end of this cycle, mom had a few flashbacks and Princess and Patches were added to the family. Now, you would think it stops there, but it doesn't. My mom has way more hormonal surges than that. This is when she commited a major crime. A crime that rips our family away everyday....

She catnapped our Moo.

It was only suppose to be a temporary visit. In my family, cats get to visit other relatives houses. That's our family norm. No big deal, until the norm was broken with theft. She refuses to give him back. My poor fat guy is hostage to the grandma who won't let go. I think she had another one of those urges again and Moo sated that desire. Too bad, he was mine first.

I wanted another child for years. I think after my two kids entered elementary school, it hit me. I wanted a baby. I was busy raising the two and trying to work my way through school. There was no space for a baby. Plus, there was no prospects for a quality partner and father in my limited vicinity. So, I bought fish, because I live in an apartment.

Over the years, I have bought lots of fish. Sometimes my babies would like to eat each other, but it was never felt satisfying with each new purchase. It's hard to hug a three inch fish. I changed that when I moved and got Meeko da Moo Cat. I finally felt satisfaction to that urge. He became such a wonderful member of our family. We were all so happy....that is until the catnapping.

I think one of her urges took over her mind because at times, my mother can be rather reasonable. She has lost that regarding the Moo. She refuses to return him and wants us to wait until she is dead. Although it tears my heart, I am respecting her wishes. She should thank her mother for that. My grandma taught me to be respectful even in painful situations. One day, Moo will find his way home. At, least we will visit him at Christmas.

In the mean time, another urge hit her house. Her name is Penny and she is sweet. I think this will be my mom's last urge, but who knows.

As for me, I have another urge too. This time, there will be no visiting my mother and we will return to the "Ixie" names of before. I still am attached to the Siamese look, but this time I want a Ragdoll. I'm hoping by spring I will be able to make the announcement of her arrival. I am so excited. As you can see above, she'll be one pretty kitty.

Stay sweet 'n smile.....................Mz.