So we needed puppy treats. I swear.
And that meant we got to see the cats on display at PetCo. Matt and I both walked right up to Lola, a 7-month-old tortoiseshell kitten. She was curled up in a ball, snoozing away. We stuck our fingers through the cage and ruffled her tri-colored fur.
Lola sleepily tossed her head over her shoulder and looked me over with one eye. She slinked her body a few inches so she could get a better look. I slid my finger under her chin, and rubbed. She closed her eyes and purred.
This was one smitten kitten.
“She’s cute,” Matt said. “I bet she’d love playing with Charlie. She’d probably keep him in line!”
I imagined Lola running through the house, maybe batting Charlie in the face then scurrying off to hide. I’m sure Lexie would be nonplussed.
It’s been five months since Pink died. At the time we swore we wouldn’t get another cat for 10 years. So much for promises. I can feel our resolve slowly giving way.
The adoption papers indicated Lola was with a family until one of the children became allergic to her. What caught our eyes the most was the following comment: “I love to talk, as most torties do.”
I wondered what this meant, so I Googled it. Apparently, tortie cats are known to be especially verbal, through meows, purrs and hisses. I looked at Lola in that cage. I couldn’t elicit any sort of sound from her. I was curious about what her meow sounds like.
I also found out that tortie cats are believed to be good luck, and sometimes are referred to as money cats. Seriously. Can anyone give me one reason why we shouldn’t consider this cat??
I thought about her curled up on my lap, especially as I recuperate from my upcoming hysterectomy. She looked like a total snuggle bunny. Since I’m guessing the dogs most likely won’t be welcome anywhere near my lap, a little kitten sounds like the perfect recovery buddy.
As Matt took dozens of photos of Lola, I scribbled down the contact information for the adoption agency. I leaned in close to take a video and … oh my, WHAT’S THAT SMELL???
Lola casually gave us a look that reassured that it was not her. She did not just take a humongous poop while we were fawning over her. The tenants downstairs are an embarrassment, she said with her green eyes.
We peeked down below, and the black cat seemed pleased with himself.
Once we got in the car, I looked up Lola’s profile on the adoption agency’s website. I’m nervous about possibly adopting another cat. But I am curious about this one.
It looks like the next step is to fill out an application to set up a meet-and-greet.
We’ll keep you posted.
I do hope it works out. Lola looks so sad in that cage and I can only imagine her confusion at losing her family and being all alone in a frightening place.
Sometimes it’s a pity we can only adopt one!!
Thanks Zena! It was very nice meeting Lola tonight. I’m excited to see where it goes. 🙂
Um, thinking ….. No, sorry, can’t think of any reason whatsoever why you should not make this lovely girl a part of your family. Of course, I’m ever so slightly biased, as I simply love Tories. They are wonderful and I’m sure this one is missing having a family terribly. Go on, just do it. Can’t wait for the updates. She looks wonderful!!!
Thank you! She sure is a beautiful cat….
We’ve just taken on our first Tortie – she is the life and soul of the party and plays non-stop with the dogs. No reason whatsoever comes to mind!
I’m so glad to hear that about playing with dogs. That would be mandatory in our household! 🙂
Excited for you!! Cats are great!!
Thanks Mom. I’m convinced that if this isn’t the cat, I’ll find the right one soon. 🙂
I’m excited for the next step…or your next post… ;o)
Thanks Easy! I’m trying to take it slow, and set up a meet-and-greet at this point. It still required us to fill out an official application, though, and that’s somewhat daunting. Stay tuned.
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