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| Name: |
Lola Baby
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Age: |
Two years, nine months old
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| Gender: |
Female
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Kind: |
American Domestic Shorthair
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| Home: |
San Antonio, Texas, USA
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We
adopted Lola in January, 2013 from the San Antonio Humane Society. They
had named her "Baby" but my wife wanted to name her "Lola", so she ended up
being "Lola Baby". We were hoping to adopt a kitten after I lost my precious
Calico, Sasha, in December. But as soon as I saw her hiding in the back of a
covered litter box, I reached in to get her out. Expecting a swat with a paw
and claws and a hiss, I was pleasantly surprised when she did none of those
things. I picked her up and she was as gentle as could be; shy, pretty, and
so gentle. We adopted her immediately.
We have had her now for seven months, and she is still shy, especially when
we have visitors. But she is getting a little braver, and has begun to be
very playful with a three month old kitten, Felix, that we adopted last month.
Felix chases her, jumps on her, and generally is an annoying little brother.
We are very happy to see them play, as her relationships with other cats
seems to bring her out of her shell.
When we had only had her a short time we went to visit our son in Houston and
took her along. Lola escaped from the car as we were leaving and was roaming
the neighborhood near my son's house. We had to return to San Antonio for
work. The next weekend I returned to Houston to try to catch Lola Baby. Many
helpful neighbors had caught sight of her and fed her, but no one had been
able to catch her. She wouldn't go into a live trap. We're not sure how long
she was an "Alley Cat" before being brought to the Humane Society, but she
certainly had street-smarts. Finally my son constructed a dome trap that was
attached by a cord to the ceiling of his porch. Placing food below it, we
were able to watch from a window and drop the trap when she was eating. I ran
out the door and grabbed the trap. Lola almost wriggled away, but as scared
as she was, she did not bite or scratch me. I finally drove her back San
Antonio, but she was protesting loudly the entire way.
She hasn't tried to escape since, and she loves to spend her days on our
screened-in porch, napping in the shade or keeping watch from a shelf.
Sometimes she sleeps with me and she plays a lot with Felix. Her life now is
slower and safer and meals are more regular. But then, she is a gentle soul
who deserves a quiet, safe, loving life. I am very happy I reached into that
covered litter box seven months ago.
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