Reading's Own Patchwork Whore Cat
A new arrival in the family.
Lola is a three-year old (ish) feline who has come to live in our house after we received an intense psychological profiling from the Cat Rescue Association.
("Some people breed kittens..." said Mrs. Rescue, leaning towards us.
"Aah that's nice," we said.
"To feed them to boa constrictors!" and she rapped the table.)
Anyway, Lola is a rather cocky individual, who after half-an-hour's cowering, now struts around the house like she bloody owns the joint. At the risk of this blog turning into one of those weird cat lover websites - (if that's your thing check out Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers, Cat Lovers Against the Bomb or Pet Fashions) - she is rather special. Although I am increasingly of the opinion she was - in her former life - some sort of cat-whore. She was on the streets for a while, and so at the slightest provocation - the rattling of food tray or the hint of a stroke - she will roll over onto her back and show your her bits. This is compounded by the fact parts of her are bare of fur after spaying and injections - so insert your own shaven pussy joke here 'cos I won't do it for you.* Here is a picture of her enjoying herself:
She had no name when she came to us - but Lola, who as the song goes, was a showgirl, was obviously a good fit.
Anyway - we find her rather entrancing, so expect me to go increasingly down the path of weirdness - I'll set up the cat with her own blog, take pictures of her dressed as an Edwardian merchant, or write one of those godawful cat humour books that clog up the shelves in Waterstones. Someone writes that stuff - it might as well be me.
* I am genuinely sorry for that joke.
Shuffle of the Day today:
"(Baby Baby) Can I Invade Your Country?" - Sparks (off their new "Hello Young Lovers album - get it - they are so brilliantly odd)
"Love Your Money" - Daisy Chainsaw (remember them mid-90s indiepunk fans?)
"Clasp Hands" - The Fall
Come on!!
Lola is a three-year old (ish) feline who has come to live in our house after we received an intense psychological profiling from the Cat Rescue Association.
("Some people breed kittens..." said Mrs. Rescue, leaning towards us.
"Aah that's nice," we said.
"To feed them to boa constrictors!" and she rapped the table.)
Anyway, Lola is a rather cocky individual, who after half-an-hour's cowering, now struts around the house like she bloody owns the joint. At the risk of this blog turning into one of those weird cat lover websites - (if that's your thing check out Irish Drinking Songs for Cat Lovers, Cat Lovers Against the Bomb or Pet Fashions) - she is rather special. Although I am increasingly of the opinion she was - in her former life - some sort of cat-whore. She was on the streets for a while, and so at the slightest provocation - the rattling of food tray or the hint of a stroke - she will roll over onto her back and show your her bits. This is compounded by the fact parts of her are bare of fur after spaying and injections - so insert your own shaven pussy joke here 'cos I won't do it for you.* Here is a picture of her enjoying herself:
She had no name when she came to us - but Lola, who as the song goes, was a showgirl, was obviously a good fit.
Anyway - we find her rather entrancing, so expect me to go increasingly down the path of weirdness - I'll set up the cat with her own blog, take pictures of her dressed as an Edwardian merchant, or write one of those godawful cat humour books that clog up the shelves in Waterstones. Someone writes that stuff - it might as well be me.
* I am genuinely sorry for that joke.
Shuffle of the Day today:
"(Baby Baby) Can I Invade Your Country?" - Sparks (off their new "Hello Young Lovers album - get it - they are so brilliantly odd)
"Love Your Money" - Daisy Chainsaw (remember them mid-90s indiepunk fans?)
"Clasp Hands" - The Fall
Come on!!
posted by Nick at 9:43 PM
4 Comments:
i love lola! I had to wait months for my rescue cats to even notice me and when they did one of them just pissed on every soft thing I had, especially duvets, especially when I was sleeping under them. YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LUCKY YOU ARE SWIFT! (eventually i sent it away and maybe now it is cat glue... with a faint aroma of wee)
xxx
I am lucky. She is definitely a little madam though - spent all night scratching at the bedroom door to try and sleep with us.
there's another Lola song, but you really, really, don't want to hear the story behind that one.
You mean 'Lola' by The Kinks? About the transvestite? Yes - know about that one. Believe me, the cat has rolled over for us so many times I'm pretty sure she isn't a she-male. But who knows? Nature can deceive.
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