I don’t really think loving your pet deserves its own day, but according to the google search on what national/international days/month this is, JAnuary 20th came up as Love your Pet day.
So I’ll talk about my Pet. Who I’ve shown before.
This is Max. Max is a four year old cat. We believe he is partially Maine Coon because he seems to have quite a few of their characteristics. He’s a very friendly cat, likes to hang around humans, particularly ones who are a little older and will let him cuddle without trying to make him play with them as the younger set do.
He likes to sleep next to computer uses, putting his paws around their arms (as you can see above) as if to keep them from leaving. He also sucks his thumb at times and purrs realllly loudly.
We got Max after another family found he didn’t quite fit in with their other animals who weren’t so fond of Max. We agreed to take in what we told was a kitten. Max was about six months old at the time, and we had assumptions.
Max was a big kitty. He looked like a fully grown cat at six months so we had to get new things, because all of the litter pans and stuff were for small kittens. Now he’s about 12 lbs, so he’s still a hefty cat. He could probably sit on my sister’s cat and we’d never know. He’s still really friendly, and cries when he doesn’t hear human voices or see us. We end up leaving the TV on when we are away just to keep him company.
He’s seriously one of the most cuddly cats I’ve ever met. He is actually sitting next to me as I type, one paw on the laptop, purring away, sucking on his paw.
As an American it is difficult to find oneself connected to any particular tradition. I know some of my friends who have parents or grandparents who are recent immigrants have a stronger connection to their past then I do. My family has been here for awhile. And there are so many groups of people mixed in there its hard to really connect to any of them.
My last name is German. However, the most recent member of my family to not live in the US was actually Greek, so does that make me more German or Greek? And do I actually have any traditions or family recipes that come from those links?
My family also contains people from Ireland, Wales, Scotland, England (yep, we have the UK down. Definitely Anglo), Poland, and apparently a French Jew although I never had that one particularly explained.
I suppose when I think about it, I identify as “American” first (for that is what I am) and if I have to go into something connecting my family history I go for German-Irish. There is alot of Irish in my family, but that is not unusual for someone living in the US. And like I said, my last name is German.
The tradition my family has of eating pork and sauerkraut for New Years is believed to be a German tradition, so I suppose there is that. Although apparently in the US it seems to be more of a Pennsylvanian tradition then one held country wide.
Sometimes I feel odd, not having that connection any tradition or what feels like culture. I know that there are probably many things I do that are uniquely American in nature, and someone from another country might observe that as my ‘culture’. But sometimes I just feel like I should be more knowledgeable about the places my family came from.
Although I once read on a website that my family comes from a part of Germany that keeps switching hands with the Danes so…maybe I’m Danish too.
I’m an American, as many of you might have been able to tell. I have a mixed ethnicity so its always been a little hard for me to identify as any particular group other then straight-out American. To make a list of the (confirmed anyway) groups I have in my family: Irish (Scot-Irish most likely), Welsh, Scottish, English, German, and Greek. For awhile my family thought they had found a Cherokee relative, but that seems to have been disproved and I keep hearing Poland in the mix, though I can’t seem to find out which side claimed that. Currently my great-aunt’s research has a possible relative whose a French Jew (although whether this person is a Frenchmen who is Jewish by religion or a Jewish person who moved to France, I don’ know).
My Uncle believes that we are related to the people who guarded Constantinople (Great job, guys) and a ‘Vampire’ (If only I could unsee what I googled there). I know my friend found our family coat of arms, so that disproves the Vampire Theory (of which I am glad)
My one friend is Irish-Italian. Her family (especially the Italian side) are very much in touch with their ethnic heritage. I don’t really have that same connection. My aforementioned Uncle likes to claim he’s Greek while forgetting the rest. My Father (his brother) likes to claim the German. My mother’s family is primarily Irish but they don’t really celebrate in any particular Irish way.
I kind of wish I had that connection, those traditions. Sure, my family has a set of their own (like Pork and Sauerkraut with mash potatoes at New Years and watching the Christmas Claymation movies) but it doesn’t have that history.
I suppose since I’m mostly Irish, I should connect with that more, but I don’t. Nor German, and I sometimes forget I’m Greek too (why couldn’t I have inherited those genes? Would have liked not to be so pale).
My sister and I joke that we are Euro-mutts as we pretty much the UK and two other European countries. I guess there is too much there to hold on to any particular group. So I suppose I’ll stick to being just a plain American for now.