Likes: Quiet, gentle talking and strokes/ the garden in the summer/when she was a kitten she loved men, hence her name
Pet-Peeves: never never never touch THE PAWS
Favorite Toy: toy? toys are for kittens (sniffs disdainfully, looks away..)
Favorite Nap Spot: my wardrobe - yes it was all mine, on my mum's fleece sweatshirt
Favorite Food: tuna and prawns
Skills: Very intelligent, could open doors easily
Arrival Story: I had left my previous home, and decided to leave my two beloved marmalade twins with my ex, and not to separate them. So I contacted the cats' aid society who had just had Lolie brought in by a kind lady who rescued her literally from the jaws of savage doberman dogs whose owners were blooding them on stolen kittens. Tiny 6 week old Lolita was a mess - she was even walking sideways and her tail was a bloody scab. But I loved her on sight, feisty little fluffball. Home she came, where buckets of tlc made her better, and a magnificent plume of a tail emerged from the scabbed and bitten triangular kitten stump. We lived through thick and thin together for more than 18 years.
Bio: Lolita was one of the most beautiful cats I've ever known. But she was a tortie, and a true diva. She went missing from her last home with me, 2 months after we moved in, at the age of 15 and a half. She was out overnight during a freezing february, but I found her late the next day after nearly 2 days of heart-breaking search-and-call. She was trapped and terrified in a bramble bush far down my back lane. Every time she tried to come out, she was attacked by magpies, who sensed she was elderly. An old lady watched this but couldn't help as the thorns were thick. Many scratches later, I rescued her from the depths of the thicket and home she came. After that her health suffered, but she still lived a further 3 and a half years with me. I loved her with all my heart. Which broke when she died May 2008.
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