This is Lola-
Foof... a skinny kitty we found roaming around our backyard last Sunday. Claire immediately bonded with her and knew that this skinny cat needed some food and love. Claire also insisted that we give her a
permanent home. After hanging out in our house for awhile, snarfing down the tuna and milk we spoiled her with she stayed... and stayed... and stayed. Lola-
Foof (I named her Lola and Claire eventually changed it to
Foofa so we compromised) would wait for every ample opportunity to run into the house and rub Claire's legs. The cat was
declawed, so we knew she belonged to someone and that someone needed to be found ASAP. I really do love animals, but here are 10 reasons why I am, however, not ready for a cat right now:
1- I am more of a dog person
2-I am
actaully more of an "I'm not ready to clean up anyone
elses poop right now" kind of person
3-Having another set of needy eyes stare deep into my soul scares me
4- Lingering tuna smells horrible
5- Cat poop smells horrible (especially without a litter box)
6- Hide and seek isn't as fun with cats as it is with kids
7-I honestly don't know if I could call something Lola-
Foof for the rest of my life
8-I have quite the aversion to hair hanging around the bathtub, nonetheless the entire house
9-I don't know if I could handle hearing "when are we going home to Lola-
Foof?" one more time
10- Claire doesn't need something else to squeeze... Spencer seems to fill that role quite nicely all by himself.
At one point, when all of these thoughts came racing through my head, I knew that serious action needed to be taken. This cute kitty needed her real home and not the
Waldron Hotel.
I gathered up the kids, wagon and Lola-
Foof and we went door-to-door in search of "Lola-
Foof's mommy". No success. I then spotted a "Lost" poster on the side of a mailbox down the street with an exact description of Lola-
Foof. Without hesitation, I called (feeling really excited that we had found her home and made some owner very happy) and sure enough, it was a match! A little 10 year old girl had lost her first kitty over a MONTH ago and was so thrilled to have her little Riley back. This little girl was much better at naming kittens than we were.
I am relieved, but my sweet Claire cried for days. She is back to being happy with Spencer and the bunny that visits our backyard as her pets... those are all I can handle right now.