I begin a series about Lola, the latest addition to our household.
Watching Max and Timmy react and adjust to Lola’s presence
has been a hoot, stirring lots of reflections on life.
You already know that Terry and I
love cats. Most recently, I wrote about cranky Queen Lucy, who departed for
Kitty Heaven a few months ago. We loved Lucy, but she was temperamental. Max and Timmy are good boys, and we had
absolutely no intention of adopting another cat —especially another female cat.
In fact, I was adamant and told
lots of folks in no uncertain terms,
“NO MORE GIRL CATS. EVER. AGAIN.”
I should have known better—especially
with eight grandchildren.
Needed: Apartment Cat
It all began when our
granddaughter, Emily, helped her roommate pick out a kitten. They share
an apartment with three other University of Alabama girls. Emily even accompanied her to
Birmingham to pick up Lola.
What? You Mean Not Everyone Loves
Turns out that three of the five girls had no
interest in a cat. And before long, Lola’s owner realized she could sleep later
if she closed her door to her new acquisition. Emily
couldn’t bear to hear Lola crying
outside her bedroom door, so you know where Lola slept. (We’ll skip over the litter box part.)
The only problem was that Emily is
allergic to cats. And her sinuses would not allow her to ignore it. With a little assistance from her mother, she came to the decision that they needed to
find Lola another home. Roommate was okay with that.
Maria had kept us apprised of the Lola saga. So let’s
just say I wasn’t surprised by a text message I received not long after Lucy’s
Maria: Your granddaughter wondered if you might like to have Lola.
Me: That’s sweet but no thank you.
Maria: Well, at least they are trying to give it away!
Me: I’ll pray
Thought for the Day: It’s not wise to talk big about what you
absolutely will not do, especially when it comes to cats, your children or
Even though I never like to eat my
words, this time it hasn’t been too bad. Watching Lola work her wiles on Max
and Timmy has been delightful. She reminds me of my favorite candy, Dove
Dark Chocolate – silky smooth sweetness with a bit of a bite.
Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do
not know what a day may bring.
Next time: Cousin to the Rescue
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Labels: Cat Rescues, Grandchildren, Life Lessons