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Coloration: Blue
Likes: She loves to be petted, brushed or combed: she looks up adoringly, even if I'm combing thru mats. When she's in the mood, she loves belly rubs: she rolls over and invites us to rub her belly. She loves taking her morning "bath" in the sunny front windows.
Pet-Peeves: No lap available!
Favorite Toy: She LOVES a purple and blue feather fishing lure, on a wand. It was a gift from Louis and Ethan to Scooter for her 20th birthday, but Scooter didn't get to play with it much, so Lola is making sure it's well-loved and appreciated.
Favorite Nap Spot: A lap - any lap!! Is yours available?
Favorite Food: Innova Cat and Kitten (canned)
Skills: Disappearing!
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story: It was destined! After the loss of our beloved Scooter on Feb. 5, 2009, we knew we wanted another cat -- ideally, two -- but I was still trying to get past the initial grief. My husband asked when we could get another cat, though, so I started looking online, still not ready to look in person. The cats who fit our 'wish list' were too far away. Eventually, I felt brave enough to look at real live cats, so we went to the Petco and PetSmart adoptions one Saturday. We didn't find the cat for us, but it felt good to hold and pet a cat again. We talked for a while with an ANEW'S ARC volunteer at Petco and I took home a brochure and adoption application. Back home, I looked online again. On Petfinder's list of breeds, I intended to search another breed, but as I scrolled down the page toward it, I clicked on Burmese instead. I'd checked it before and there were no possibilities for us, but this time, there she was: small, senior female, very friendly and social, and she was in our area -- exactly what we were looking for! The same ANEW'S ARC group had her listed. My husband wasn't home to look at her photos, but I immediately went back to Petco. The volunteer called the foster mom and we arranged to meet "Luna" at Petco the next day at noon. Before we met her, I filled out the adoption application, just in case. We met, we loved, we brought her home immediately, on March 15, 2009. Lola (renamed from Luna) is home with us now, to stay! We feel we were destined and perfect for each other: she's the right kitty to help fill some big holes in our hearts as well as find a special place of her own (she already has), and we're committed to giving her the love and care she deserves.
Bio: Lola originally belonged to a breeder here in Albuquerque. When the breeder died in late 2005, Lola and the breeder's other cats were taken to the city shelter and kept there for 3 months while the court decided what to do with them. Lola was estimated to be 10 years old at that time. Released to a rescue group in March 2006, she was spayed and treated for some illnesses, then adopted in May 2006. That person returned her to the rescue group on March 8, 2009, apparently because she was throwing up. When we adopted her on March 15, 2009, she had some obvious health issues but it turns out throwing up isn't one of them. All her teeth were extracted on March 27, 2009 due to severe periodontal disease. Blood tests show she has stage 2 kidney disease, which we hope will improve now that the infection in her mouth is gone. She may have chronic upper respiratory infections, too, but we hope that will also be helped by taking care of her dental problems. Lola's such a sweet, lovable lap cat, very social and friendly -- a real love -- and we feel fortunate and blessed to have her with us. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lola blessed our lives with her beautiful, loving soul and indomitable spirit for only 8 months and 1 day, but she'll remain in our hearts forever. A rapid decline in her health led her vet and another to believe she had lymphoma or another very serious disease. Lola was too weak to endure testing and treatments ~ we just couldn't ask it of her. We chose to let her go in peace. On November 16, 2009, with the loving assistance of her vet and as I cradled her in my lap, she very peacefully began her journey to the Bridge, where she'll be Lola ~ Our Good Girl, forever.
Forums Motto: Whatever Lola wants... Catster Local Spots I've Marked: Albuquerque Cat Clinic, Wags & Whiskers, Long Leash on Life Coco's the reason I have my new home: Coco's mom told my mom how sweet Burmese cats are. When Mom looked on Petfinder again for a cat to adopt, she didn't intend to look for Burmese. She had checked Burmese before and there were none that were right for her and Dad. On her way to check on some other cats, she saw the Burmese category, and something made her click on it again... and there I was! Thank you, Coco's mom, for planting the thought in her head.
How Mom and Dad became attached to me: When my foster mom took me out of my carrier and put me in my future Dad's arms, I clung to him with everything I had, purring and kneading furiously. No one had trimmed my claws for a long time so they got stuck in his clothes. My future Mom helped pry them out, then she held me. I got stuck in her tee shirt, too. Since we were all "attached" by then, they had to take me home!
You all know one of the good things about being a Daily Diary Pick, don't you? Sure you do! Getting a pmail of congratulations from Hazel Lucy (and another one from her furhusband BUDDIE, of course).
Today I got that congratulatory pmail from Hazel Lucy and it had really good news! Her mom is getting better! She said it's okay for me to say she is on the mend. Yay!
The orientation here at the Bridge has kept me busy. I aced the flying lessons!! I figured out they keep us so busy at first so we don't have much time to miss our families while we settle in here at the Bridge.
Today is Thanksgiving, though, and we have time away from "New Angel Orientation" to celebrate and to give thanks, the same as those of you on Earth do.
I have other things to be thankful for, too, but today I'm giving thanks to those who sent messages, made comments in my diary or on my main photo, sent gifts for my Catster page, remembered me in your diary or sent cards to Mom and Dad in the mail after my journey here to the Bridge.
I don't know who you are, but I also want to thank those who voted for my photos in the World's Coolest contest. After the finalists were announced, Mom almost asked to have my photos withdrawn because she didn't know whether to be happy or sad that I made the finals in two categories, and "sadness" was winning that duel. I'm thankful Mom realized what is really important: her own personal memories of me.
Since orientation kept me so busy until now, I didn't have time to make a list of everyone to include here, but I have these thanks ready to include today. Some of those who touched my heart (and Mom's and Dad's, too) with kindness and understanding are:
for cards in the mail: Daisy and family Hazel Lucy and mom (please get well, Hazel Lucy's mom!) Sasha and family Sissy and family Taz and family (please purr for Taz's newest brother, Joey)
In the list above, Sammie, who I didn't even know, sent an especially sweet message to Mom and included some poems. Since I'm a good girl and an Angel now, too, I hope author Constance Jenkins won't mind if I include this portion of her copyrighted poem, "The Hardest Choice":
I loved you so, my little one, that love will never cease
I gave you warmth, I gave you love, and now I give you peace.
I'm also thankful Mom will fill my zealie bank :) so I can send gifts to those named above and to those of you who sent gifts to me. It may not be today -- I need to get in the buffet line here soon -- but I hope you know I'm thankful for your kindness, today and every day.
My physical earthly remains -- a little container of ashes -- returned to my earthly home today.
Mom and Dad picked up a bag at the vet's office and brought it back to the home we shared. Dad was driving. Mom had the bag in her lap, holding it up high enough to see out the windows, just like I liked, in case any little smidgeon of my spirit was still in there. Silly Mom. It was a nice gesture, but from up here, I can see everything now.
My paw print in a heart was in the bag, too, but Mom and Dad were disappointed with it. It doesn't look like my little paw print. That leads to one of the lessons Mom is supposed to learn from being with Lola.
Mom had the putty to make my paw prints, like she did Scooter's, but she never got around to it. She thought there was plenty of time. Suddenly it looked like there might not be much time . . . and there was even less than she thought.
When I was sick, Mom didn't try to get my paw prints, but neither of us regrets that part. There were more important things then. She doesn't have a nice paw print now to look at, but she still feels the big paw prints my little paws left all over her heart. So does Dad.
Next time, though, when a cat leaves the teensiest little impression in her heart, Mom should press their paws into print putty and make paw prints she can look at, if that's what she wants.
Don't put anything off.
That's the first lesson I want her to remember from being with Lola.
I'm still a good girl and I want Mom to expand on that lesson, too, and live each day to the fullest, Lola style, like it could be her last.
Showing me living and loving my life to the fullest, my "Kung Fu Lola" video won the Catster Video Contest. I received 100 zealies! If Mom adds a few more, I can send a thank you gift to those who sent cards, messages or gifts or included me in their diary after my journey to the Bridge. I'm very grateful for the many kind and understanding messages to my family and me.
If Mom doesn't add the zealies, Scootie told me she remembers her PayPal password, so she'll get me plenty of zealies. I'm learning new things, too!
Since I'm a good girl, I thought I knew how to spell "good," but The Feline Philosopher spelled it differently in her diary. I still think I know how to spell good, as in, "Thank you, my good friend, Kitty Kazoo."
Thank you, all my good friends, for being so good to me and to Mom and Dad.
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