I'd like to introduce Lola. Kleenex by your side?
Lola is an 8 month old DMH tortoiseshell kitty that has resided at the local shelter where I volunteer for far too long. Lola holds a tiny little piece of my heart, and has for the past 6.5 months since she came in the door. She was barely 6 weeks old then, no longer a cute kitten these days!
Just take a look at that ball of fuzz!
Lola was a victim of "too late in kitten season". Unfortunately she was born in April, too late in the beginning of kitten season to get much notice.
Lola has been constantly on medication - chronic loose stools - testing positive for coccidia & giardia over - and over - and over again.
She's always been a butterball. The melt your heart, cuddle in your arms, type of girl. I knew she'd get adopted, I just knew it. I was wrong. So here we are, over 6 months later. Still, no home. Perhaps by Christmas?
When you pick her up, she melts in your arms. When you touch her, she crumbles under your touch. “Don’t put me down, meowmy. Don’t make me go back there – whatever I’ve done – I’ll never do it again, just please please – don’t take me back. I’ll love you – furr-ever. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.†I walk into the room, she drops at my feet. *Purr, roll* "Please pick me up. I'm a good girl, I just want to know someone cares about me."
Call me a drama queen, call me a princess – call me a spaz. I don’t care. But I cannot stand to see her there any longer. I cry every time I leave that building – my heart breaks to see her in a home. So tonight, she earned her second chance - her life changing trip out of there.
She’s never got to live in a home, she’s never got to be loved, to be held, hugged close, or to sleep in bed with a person.
Wandering around my bedroom, everything is foreign to her. She’s never seen a television before, a bed, a dresser – toys – oh my god does she ever have toys!
Here she is. Where do we go from here? A quarantine of several weeks - she must have some consistency to her stools before she is allowed any other cat interaction. She craves a kitty friend - when she saw herself in the mirror she lit up - then you could see her eyes go dull again "No kitty there, just me".
Bath time - she laid in the sink as the water ran on her. It took several baths to get all the poop out - she's paced in & out of her litterbox, going in circles in her cage, so many times the poop was disgusting in her paws. And she had a bath 4 days ago!
I know this was long & jumbled. I cannot collect my thoughts. I can hardly see through the tears. How has such a cat sat in prison for so long - with hardly a second glance at her from adopters?
Momentary excitement - another kitty friend?
When she's clean, dry, relaxed - and I have daylight we will try pictures again. I just cannot fathom why she has sat this long homeless.
Lola is an 8 month old DMH tortoiseshell kitty that has resided at the local shelter where I volunteer for far too long. Lola holds a tiny little piece of my heart, and has for the past 6.5 months since she came in the door. She was barely 6 weeks old then, no longer a cute kitten these days!
Just take a look at that ball of fuzz!
Lola was a victim of "too late in kitten season". Unfortunately she was born in April, too late in the beginning of kitten season to get much notice.
Lola has been constantly on medication - chronic loose stools - testing positive for coccidia & giardia over - and over - and over again.
She's always been a butterball. The melt your heart, cuddle in your arms, type of girl. I knew she'd get adopted, I just knew it. I was wrong. So here we are, over 6 months later. Still, no home. Perhaps by Christmas?
When you pick her up, she melts in your arms. When you touch her, she crumbles under your touch. “Don’t put me down, meowmy. Don’t make me go back there – whatever I’ve done – I’ll never do it again, just please please – don’t take me back. I’ll love you – furr-ever. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.†I walk into the room, she drops at my feet. *Purr, roll* "Please pick me up. I'm a good girl, I just want to know someone cares about me."
Call me a drama queen, call me a princess – call me a spaz. I don’t care. But I cannot stand to see her there any longer. I cry every time I leave that building – my heart breaks to see her in a home. So tonight, she earned her second chance - her life changing trip out of there.
She’s never got to live in a home, she’s never got to be loved, to be held, hugged close, or to sleep in bed with a person.
Wandering around my bedroom, everything is foreign to her. She’s never seen a television before, a bed, a dresser – toys – oh my god does she ever have toys!
Here she is. Where do we go from here? A quarantine of several weeks - she must have some consistency to her stools before she is allowed any other cat interaction. She craves a kitty friend - when she saw herself in the mirror she lit up - then you could see her eyes go dull again "No kitty there, just me".
Bath time - she laid in the sink as the water ran on her. It took several baths to get all the poop out - she's paced in & out of her litterbox, going in circles in her cage, so many times the poop was disgusting in her paws. And she had a bath 4 days ago!
I know this was long & jumbled. I cannot collect my thoughts. I can hardly see through the tears. How has such a cat sat in prison for so long - with hardly a second glance at her from adopters?
Momentary excitement - another kitty friend?
When she's clean, dry, relaxed - and I have daylight we will try pictures again. I just cannot fathom why she has sat this long homeless.
sweetheart 
I cannot believe that she wouldn't have gotten adopted when she was tiny...they won't even let kittens around here be adopted until they are older, so a six week old is like gold.
The story is excellent....and I send mega prayers & vibes for blessings to you & yours and of course, to the Sweet Princess 
coudn't have said it better. 
