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We at The Adventures of Cat Madigan would like to interrupt the current series Cat’s Run Away, to bring to you another DP Challenge!

What’s that? You want to hear more about how I’m a horrible person and how I ran away from home? Tough biscuits, nonexistent complainer.

There are times where I feel like I have nothing in common with my family. I’m like a black sheep, only I’m a Cat. I’m the Black Cat of my family! How creative of me.

So who do I see when I look at myself?

My horrible fair skin belongs to my father. Yes, fair skin is lovely to have…when it doesn’t go bright red all the time. And then there’s the freckles. Freckles are evil, there’s no point in having freckles, they provide nothing whatsoever, except something for your grandmother to remark on when she analyses you.

But I have received my hair from my father. It’s the one part of me that I actually like. Long, thick curls which now reach down to the middle of my spine. They’re dark at the moment, but in its natural state, my hair is light brown, with sun streaks all over. It’s pretty in the sun. If only they didn’t straighten it all the time at modelling…

And I have my mother to thank for my cheekbones. Oh, and my fat ass. Thanks to my mother, it is my fate to have an ass larger than Australia. And from what I’ve seen of my mother, it’s bound to bring around constant depression induced debates over whether or not to get liposuction to remove said fat from ass. So thank you mother.

Then I look in the mirror again and realise that there’s really not that much I can see that I’ve inherited from my parents. Not physically anyways. But I can see resemblances to my grandparents. I’ve got two of each still, lucky me.

Nose is my Grandma’s. And thank goodness for that. The alternative would’ve been the infamous nose of my paternal grandparents, a large hooked thing which you always see first. But I’ve (thankfully) inherited the small, upturned one instead. I’ve spent many an hour at family Christmas parties, thanking God that I avoided receiving dad’s nose.

Lips are my Grandpa’s I think, because I can’t see them resembling either my mother’s or father’s. My bottom one is fuller than my top one, even though both my parents have thin lips. By the smallest of chances, I escaped having thin old lady lips. Thanks grandpa. But I think that I also have the same body type as my grandfather. He and I are both very tall, like my father, but unlike my father, Grandpa and I are very lean. We’re like trees, and we both have very muscly legs; his from walking around the farm caring for horses, mine from walking and running all day in the city.

Then there’s emotional inheritances….

Personally, I think there’s no such thing. You get your personality from the way you’ve been raised. If you had been raised by two different people, you’d probably be more like them than your parents. Rather than ‘inheriting’ personality, it’s formed by the people who raise you.

So over the years, who have I become?

I’m very stubborn, that’s for certain. As you might have gathered from previous posts, I’m not happy when I don’t get my way. That’s probably thanks to both my mother and my father. But I don’t usually do something about it unless something is completely unfair. That’s when I do something mad, aka. Running away. But I don’t think my parents have ever ran away before. I must be the first person to have that sort of gene. Future generations are going to remember me as “Mad Grandma Cat” from now on. Yay…

I think I have more in common with my father than my mother, when I think about it. We aren’t easy to move, when we’re angry, we’re as cold as glaciers. We’re also very good at arguing our points, and we also have a love for historical fiction, or history in general. But our way of thinking is also the same. We think things through logically, rather than leaping to emotions first off. We’re quiet until you know us well, then we don’t shut up. And we don’t show our pain easily. I have never seen my father cry to this day, and I don’t expect him ever to.

Unlike personality, mental illnesses ARE something you can inherit. And I most likely have anxiety from my father, and depression from my mother. Hence why I am fucked up, imaginary ladies and gentlemen. My brain is addled with depression and anxiety. Plus hallucinations.

They say children are a reflection of their parents, so what exactly does that make me?

Whatever the case, I really hope my kids (imaginary or otherwise) don’t end up like me. I don’t want them to hurt too.

So if you’re interested, here’s the Daily Prompt Challenge! I’ll resume the saga of Cat’s run away next time. I think it’ll take up several posts, so keep reading non existent fans!

Mad Cat.

17 thoughts on “Cat’s runaw-BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!

  1. A friend: Your "brother" in fact ;)

    Awwh, you arent ugly :P And I like your skin. Your freckles are cute :)
    And in terms of your mental illnesses, then you’re like me, minus the freckles. That’s why I try to be really close to you. And stubbornness isn’t something that’s bad :P
    And you most certainly aren’t cold. Well, maybe to others, but you open up and are very warm to me :)
    Anyway, I’m glad your body is the way it is. It’s perfect for huggles.
    In short, I believe you’re perfect as you are.
    Love, your brother.

  2. Imaginary Friend

    Hello Cat, I must say I found the blog you posted today rather smug. Do you have any idea of the people who were besides themselves with worry when you ran away of the weekend.

    I understand that you needed space, but worrying the people who love you was not your best idea, unless of course you were seeking attention.

    You and your parents need to find a way to communicate on the same level. Good luck with that, but you could at least try.

    None of us want to have to worry about you anymore, we all care for you, understand your reasons for leaving. Although by the look of your blog, it reads like you went on an afternoon stroll.

    • :( I just couldn’t take any more of my mother’s moodswings. She kept calling me names and eventually I couldn’t take it. So I ran. I know it sounds smug, but it was actually horrible. Not so much the running away, but my emotions during. I felt guilty the whole time, but it was the right thing to do.

      • Imaginary Friend

        I understand that Cat, I also understand why you ran and how horrible it is to be called names by the people who profess to love you.

        I was worried that your actions, may have triggered an hallucination.

        Maybe you should have stayed at the crisis house for a longer period than 2 days.

        One thing is for sure, you and your Mum need counselling. Its sad that your mum will never agree to that.

        Sometimes its the right to do to get some space, but if you happen to do it again, please let one of us know that you are okay.

        It must have taken a great deal of courage to return the first time, only to find you had been locked out. I cant imagine how that would have felt.

        We all care deeply and worry for you :) xx

  3. A friend: Your "brother" in fact ;)

    Cat, if she’s referring to me…
    I’ve never been called CR before…

    Also Imaginary Friend, (To use some internet speak)

    • Imaginary Friend

      I no email you out of respect for Sebastian. Plus I cant be sure who I would be speaking with, you or him. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. :-)

      • A friend: Your "brother" in fact ;)

        Meh, I said when I was speaking to you. He told me to do it from his email address :P

    • Imaginary Friend

      Having said that, I hope that you are okay and things are going will for you “brother”. You can always email me if you need to talk :-)

      • Imaginary Friend

        I guess you understand why I am confused. You told me you wrote the first email and Sebastian wrote the others. It’s not important and i’m happy for you to email me if you want :)

  4. Imaginary Friend

    I’ve just read that you went roller blading on Thursday with your friends Cat. It’s great to hear that your school holidays weren’t an entire waste and you got to do something that was fun :-)
    The photos sent were beautiful :-)

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