Lola
As long as I can remember, I was always a cat person. I just loved them! Growing up as a child my mom did not want pets in the house, so I "adopted" all the strays in the backyard of our building (I grew up in Israel and there were lots of them). This was before I knew the hardship of stray cats, or about spay and neuter.
We moved to America and to my surprise I found out that I was allergic to cats. The hopes of getting a cat of my own when I would eventually grow up and move out were crushed.
One winter, my friend got a new kitten and to my surprise there were no allergies. After a few weeks some of my dear friends convinced me to “just go and look” at cats at the ASPCA in NYC. That Saturday we did not see any cat that seemed to be the “one“ for me. The following Saturday we were the first ones in line at the ASPCA when they opened. I really wanted was a small kitten and we were told there was only one, who the previous week had an eye infection. All of her siblings were adopted the week before. We went upstairs and I saw this little grey tabby jumping all around the room playing with the volunteers. I think I fell in love that moment. I got to meet “Beatrice”, who shares her birthday with my dad. She did test positive for FIV which I knew nothing about. I was taken around and met other cats, but kept thinking of her in her little cubby calling to me. The vet at the ASPCA met with me and explained FIV to me and that there was still a chance she was false positive. I decided to take a chance.
This was the first picture I took of Olive. I texted it to my friend and told her I think she is going to be my cat. |