When I (finally) awoke this morning, (it is Saturday. I might add I had a little “help” from the Mrs. as women require, by my informal studies, 25% less sleep than men), the first thing I saw was my little Lola looking at me from the floor next to my side of the bed. Her look wasn’t so much one of sweetness or even a “feed me, daddy” kind of pleading. No, it was more “if I don’t get something to play with soon I’m going to explode like so much dynamite”. I could’ve sworn she was shaking with energy.
For a few moments I was transported back in time, to when she was a truly tiny kitten, surrounded by three brothers. She’s the only one of our cats that was born here and not rescued off the street. (She carries on the memory of her dear mother, Betsy, who we lost way way waaay too soon, but that’s another story for another time). The first few times their mother allowed them out from under the bed where they’d been born, Lola showed the most independence, drawn right away to the scratching post, which then towered over her. Every outing saw her try to climb it, each time coming up short. About a month later, as her siblings tried to get in on the act, she finally scaled it, reaching the summit first!! She sat there a moment or two, surveying the world below from her new perspective, and just like that decided she was bored and lept off as if she’d been doing it every day!
At the time, we thought she was a wall flower, content to watch the boys go nuts. But once the boys were adopted out to good homes, she allayed our fears that she’d be lonely and lost without them. She EXPLODED with energy, playing with anything she could get her paws on, whether it existed or not!! She turned garbage pails into toys (see photo!). She would look at me and plead with this heart-wrenching chirp to go downstairs where there’s lots more space and play with “the toy” (it used to be something, maybe a mouse or a bird, but it’s been through so much and is so worn out we can’t really identify it anymore!
For a while I truly believed she was keeping me young, but it’s been about a year now since the boys left and I’ve aged a decade. Meanwhile she’s still bounding down the stairs if it looks even remotely like I might be heading down there! I don’t give in to her as much as I’d like, but I try to compromise. That involves a little $1 red laser light. She watches me when I reach into my nightstand drawer and if her hopes and prayers are answered, I’m clutching it when I take my hand out. Then she begins chirping, unable to contain her anticipation and excitement. From there it’s “everybody clear the way” because Lola’s gonna be running around like the Energizer Bunny! Another unique “Lola-ism” is when she’s not sure what to make of us, when we start cooing to her, she will tilt her head to the side, then bring it down degree by degree. The angle will go from 45 degrees, to perpendicular to the ground, and eventually the right side of her face will be facing her leg!! It’s adorable and a little werid in an Exorcist sort of way!
Since JoJo and Addie (“the girls”) have been added to the family, they have provided a feline outlet for Lola, not only giving her new playmates but helping her find her “inner cat”. Before them all the cats pretty much kept to themselves, but after the girls were fixed, they came back all lovey dovey, cleaning themselves and other cats., So now there are these cleaning sessions with all kinds of combos: Lola/JoJo, Addie/Lola, Lola/Mr. Magoo and so forth! Bob even got in on the action the other day, giving Lola a few quick strokes of the tongue along her head and ears! Bob!! Inconceivable!, to shamelessly steal from the Princess Bride!
Lola’s always been small…and if you didn’t know any better you’d think she was still a kitten, but she’s amazingly healthy and hearty. She’s definitely Mommy’s little girl as Amy still thinks of her as a kitten!! I guess it’s because she was born here and is the only one from that family still living here. She’s thin with long legs and all black fur, save for a small white patch just below her neck. She doesn’t like to be held but loves all other forms of attention. We’ve never seen a cat that goes from 0 to Mach 1 like her! Our other cats seem to take time to wake up…they stretch, they seem to contemplate whether or not they actually want to “activate” (often they decide against it and just curl back up and close their eyes), but not her. If we get up to go to another room, BOOM! she follows us (whether she’s doing something else or in the middle of a dead sleep) in case there’s something, anything, happening! In conclusion here’s a few pics to show her flexibility and all around sweetness. We can’t wait to see how she’ll enrich our lives in the future!