A box of Christmas gifts from my mom arrived in the mail yesterday. When I opened the box, Charlie quickly shoved his nose in the box and surfaced with a wrapped bag of Iams biscuits.
Right then, I decided Christmas would come early to Charlie … if he would learn a new trick.
He already knows sit, down, off, back up and my favorite: gimme kissy. I thought of what was left. Of course the choices are infinite, but my mind went to the obvious: roll over, bang-dead (how morbid!) and shake.
In the end, shake won out. I grabbed a biscuit, broke off a small piece and put my hand in front of him.
“Shake!” I said firmly.
Charlie wiggled then went into a “down.” I tried again. This time he went back on his hind legs into begging position.
It was clear he didn’t know what was going on, and was pulling out all the other tricks that usually produce a biscuit.
So over and over, I said “shake” then grabbed his paw. Soon, the problem became evident.
Charlie is a south paw.
So I tried one more time, reaching out to his left paw, and he magically reached out to me.
When Matt got home, Charlie was eager to show off his new trick. As soon as Matt said shake, Charlie lifted his left paw in the air, then excitedly jumped up for some loving.
Good boy!!!
Even better news: Charlie has two more baggies of biscuits with his name on them!
Lola wonders what’s taking us so long. “Adopt me, already!”
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.
We couldn’t get Lola to look straight at us for a photo, so this is a pic of the profile photo on her cage.
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.
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