I am a 34 year old wife to a geek, and mom to a fabulous gem of a girl. I am a social worker by trade, which allows me the privilege of intruding into the private lives of strangers every day! I sing, loudly and with great passion (in a band, but also in the shower, car, and my desk) just like the fabulous wanna-be rockstar I am. I like to think of myself as a purr-fect lap kitty who is always kind and never judgmental but who am I kidding? We all have our moments, mine are usually in my car by myself hours after the initial incident when I finally think of a good comeback. While I can be a touch cynical (a very wise person once told me that is a sign of high intelligence) I try to look for the good in others and consider myself a peacemaker at heart.
Also, I laugh. I laugh like it is an Olympic sport and I am the reigning gold medalist. I laugh loudly, proudly and with great gusto.
Though I am Borderline Feral and seem to travel with my claws at the ready I have recently decided that while I usually feel good after an attack, pulling another’s fur from my jaws isn’t the way I want to travel through life. While I have the outside fooled by my perfectly coiffed ‘do’ my outspoken husband and comedic 7 year old son have learned to carry their own water bottles to help keep this kitty in check.
I currently work in a female driven office which provides me with daily doses of cattiness and I spend my nights moonlighting as a travel agent. My second home is the dojo, this is where I can take out my frustrations on classmates and drop hammer kicks on unsuspecting training bags.
Krissi, 36 (gasp, I acknowledged it) is wildly social and the tenured Borderline Feral member of the group. After graduating Summa Cum Laude from the School of Cattiness, she has settled into juggling a professional career and enjoying the roles of Wife and Mother.
A proud Junior Leaguer, she also experiences the pangs and social angst of being on the receiving end of catty behavior. While she has now gone through many years of recovery and remorse for her past behaviors, every once in a while the cattitude rears its ugly head and the claws appear!
Although Liz’s experience in cattiness have come crashing down in either paralyzing embarrassment or soul-crushing guilt, she’s an expert in “I know it when I see it…err, hear it.”
As a former nerd, alumnae of a practically all-women’s college and … sigh… baseball mom, she’s seen her fair share of cat fights and gossip girls. She hopes to help other women stand up to cattiness, while serving a penance from remarks she’s unleashed on others in the past. In real life, Liz is a wannabe health nut, the worst karaoke singer you’ve ever met and usually can’t decide between a good cup of coffee or a glass of alcohol whatever.
A reformed Catty Bitch, Melanie tucked claws and gave up the catfights when she became a domesticated cat and started raising her litter over a decade ago. She spent just as long diamond collared as a military wife and stay-at-home mom. That lasted through three deployments while working on her craft as a professional writer by night. Now she’s a fairly tame single mom of two whose hiss level varies from one to four on any given day, although saying something to someone’s face has never been her issue.
Her new mantra? “Enough with the back arching B.S. Give me a sunny windowsill with a view and a scratching post.” At this point, Melanie is just an old alley cat trying to live a life more full of saucered milk, long baths, play time with the kittens and catnaps than the yowling-filled existence she used to thrive on. And a cat with nine lives always has her second chance…if she’s willing to take it.
Nyx is a generally cool kitty. A former actor, the only place she likes drama is on the stage. She goes to great lengths to stay out of the office crap and keep work stuff at work so she can enjoy the rest of her life. Catty? Not really. However, she does occasionally have the fires of hell burning just under surface when someone really pisses her off! She thinks like Julia Sugarbaker but talks like Mary Jo Shively (with considerably more expletives).
…most of the time, anyway.
Meet Rebecca, 35. Mother to three cats and two poodle mixes. Lover of science, music, social media, yoga, and women. Most of the time Rebecca is a pro at containing her cattiness, but occasionally the flood gates open and the sharp-tongued comments flow.
As the sole lesbian on the amibeingcatty.com team, Rebecca has had experience dealing with catty coworkers and colleagues, catty friends and family members, as well as catty girlfriends and lovers. You may be surprised to find that her point of view will be one that wasn’t even on your radar.
Shelly is a stay-at-home mom of two who believes laughter is the best medicine. She struggles with not having a corporate career anymore, but soul searching told her she was not cut out to balance both a career and motherhood.
As a very opinionated individual Shelly always shares her opinions with good intentions. Shelly’s friends most often describe her as real. She has come to accept that adjective with grace, now understanding it may mean she doesn’t have a filter, but that she is who she is and people appreciate the lack of facades about her.
Fortunately her Southern charm can polish harsh edges to direct feedback on occasion, but she is still apt to accidentally hurt feelings from time to time.