Lola, or as she is known by her formal name, Lolabelle the Magnificent, is more than a cat. She is a lifestyle. Since adopting her from a shelter in 2008, she has become my companion, my alarm clock, my business coach, and my child-with-fur.
Though she now lives the life of a princess, Lola once lived as a feral cat on the Southside of Chicago, then later at The Treehouse shelter. At the time, her eyes were bad and a respiratory infection made it difficult for her to breath. When she walked into my lap and started purring, she began drooling and her nose stared to drip. I could feel a painful raspiness in her lungs vibrating on the top of my leg. The Treehouse had saved her from another Chicago winter outside, and they were treating her as best they could, but the stress of the environment wasn’t helping her to get better. Given her health, and her “anger management issues” with other cats, almost any other shelter would have put Lola down without a second thought. The Treehouse gave her a shot.
And then they gave her to me.
Within a few days of her arrival home, Lola’s infection began to clear up, her confidence surged, and slowly but surely, she assumed her reign over my house, and at times, my life in general.
Sometimes that means waking up at dawn to find her sitting on my chest, whiskers illuminated by morning light.
Sometimes that means making party hats to celebrate her birthday with friends (none of whom are cats).
Sometimes that means buying an orange couch to show off her orange fur to its best advantage.
Sometimes that means getting up at all hours of the night as she is howling in the bathtub because she wants water directly from the faucet.
Sometimes that means dancing to Tupac songs at 6am.
Sometimes that means purchasing a grown-man-sized cat tree, only to have her reject it and demand a bed directly next to said tree, even if that means she now takes up 30% of my desk at all times.
Sometimes that means feeding her three times a day. Yes, three. Plus dry food around the clock. Of course, glamourpuss that she is, Lola only eats the best and she demands a variety of options. She frequently turns food down and wails for a replacement dish. When Fancy Feast asked if they could send me some of their new Broths with Chicken to Lola, I said we’d try them out and see what happened.
A week later we got the box, opened the packets, and the food literally looks delicious. Somewhere between chicken soup and a seafood stew. You can see the individual ingredients. I was impressed! Of course, my opinion does not matter here; the question was, what would Lola think?
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