My weakness
It was the last store, and I went in to buy food. Nothing more. I was already making good time on my errands, as it took me a record ten minutes inside Container Store getting only what I needed: wine glass rack (check!) and plastic bin for cat food (check!) I managed to successfully avert my eyes from all the other glorious temptations in this store.
But it was that store that did me in.
She was near the front door. Large, just-barely crossed green eyes. Long, narrow face. Only 12 weeks old. And she was looking right at me. She wanted to play. I succumbed.
It was the crooked, kinked tail that really got me initially. Otherwise a normal tail, but the last inch had an almost perfect 90 degree bend. Just below the bend was another, 15 degree bend in the opposite direction. There was no telling what had occurred in this little angel's 12-week history to give her this bizarre set of kinks. But you'd never recognize trauma in her mischievous face.
I was just about to tear myself away, regain my strength and continue my regularly-scheduled tasks, when she closed the deal.
She fell onto her side and reached her teeny little paw through the cage, successfully stealing toys, one-by-one, from the oblivious, sleeping kittens next door. HELL ON WHEELS.
In fact, she was the only kitten in all ten cages that was not only wide awake, but up to no good. How, I ask you, how could I walk away and leave this jewel to just anyone (or no one)?
I called Brad, thinking he might talk me out of her. No such luck. He left the decision up to me. I decided to go finish my errands and think about it. I don't recall what groceries I bought, or the half hour I spent going aisle to aisle tossing things into the buggy. I only remember the moment of revelation.
Mojo is hell on wheels, too. The other cats are mostly docile. Tweaker is the old lady, formerly hell on wheels, who sometimes exhibits kittenlike behavior. Effie is dense, a slow girl who often resorts to licking the head of her adversary rather than playing back. Nixon, the baby, is scared of toy snakes, and would rather sleep and eat than play Mojo games.
Mojo needed a soul mate.
One more call to Brad to verify my decision, and I couldn't get through the checkout line fast enough. I was going to get my baby. An hour later I brought her home.
She IS hell on wheels. More than she was allowed to demonstrate in that small cage with three other kittens. Nonstop energy, and loves to snuggle.
We named her Lola. L-O-L-A, Lo-ooola. "Kinks" in her tail, of course.
But it was that store that did me in.
She was near the front door. Large, just-barely crossed green eyes. Long, narrow face. Only 12 weeks old. And she was looking right at me. She wanted to play. I succumbed.
It was the crooked, kinked tail that really got me initially. Otherwise a normal tail, but the last inch had an almost perfect 90 degree bend. Just below the bend was another, 15 degree bend in the opposite direction. There was no telling what had occurred in this little angel's 12-week history to give her this bizarre set of kinks. But you'd never recognize trauma in her mischievous face.
I was just about to tear myself away, regain my strength and continue my regularly-scheduled tasks, when she closed the deal.
She fell onto her side and reached her teeny little paw through the cage, successfully stealing toys, one-by-one, from the oblivious, sleeping kittens next door. HELL ON WHEELS.
In fact, she was the only kitten in all ten cages that was not only wide awake, but up to no good. How, I ask you, how could I walk away and leave this jewel to just anyone (or no one)?
I called Brad, thinking he might talk me out of her. No such luck. He left the decision up to me. I decided to go finish my errands and think about it. I don't recall what groceries I bought, or the half hour I spent going aisle to aisle tossing things into the buggy. I only remember the moment of revelation.
Mojo is hell on wheels, too. The other cats are mostly docile. Tweaker is the old lady, formerly hell on wheels, who sometimes exhibits kittenlike behavior. Effie is dense, a slow girl who often resorts to licking the head of her adversary rather than playing back. Nixon, the baby, is scared of toy snakes, and would rather sleep and eat than play Mojo games.
Mojo needed a soul mate.
One more call to Brad to verify my decision, and I couldn't get through the checkout line fast enough. I was going to get my baby. An hour later I brought her home.
She IS hell on wheels. More than she was allowed to demonstrate in that small cage with three other kittens. Nonstop energy, and loves to snuggle.
We named her Lola. L-O-L-A, Lo-ooola. "Kinks" in her tail, of course.
9 Comments:
Ah, kittens! I'm a sucker, too - just adopted two more. Congratulations!
Lola. What a perfect name.
Danae
Congratulations! Aren't cats the best? I'm sure I'd be a sucker for adding more to our family, but we already have 3 living in an apartment that only allows 2.
I remember one day I was out shopping with Dan(this was YEARS ago) when we encountered the same situation. (Those friggin' pet store will do you in every time!)But Dan DID talk me out of it...or rather he literally pulled me crying from the store.
It definitely sounds like little Lola was MEANT to be YOUR little Hell on Wheels. Mojo is gonna have so much fun...haha, after the initial hatred! >^..^<
She sounds adorable!!! If it wasn't for DH being anti cat .. I would have some. I love them .. such precocious little creatures.
She sounds great. There is no way I could have resisted her either.
(and silly me has now adopted another two this weekend, to bring the cat count up to six)
You have to post pictures of your bunch. I just love kittens and would have more than my 3 if my husband and the apartment manager would let me!
Oh, I definitely will ... once they can all stand to be in the same room together. Mojo keeps trying to assault her. Jealousy.. tsk, tsk.
I LOVE that name!! And so appropriate, of course. You must post some pics of the newest addition to your family. You must!!
I love the name!!! Whatever Loooola wants......Loooola gets! and she played you perfectly! She's got a GREAT kitty mama. ( I wish you could take her to play with Tiff's 2 when you visit. Can you imagine the rumpus?)
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