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Whatever Lola wants,Lola gets. This girl had
the dramatic dark beauty to suit the name, so I
called her Lola. But what Lola wanted was not
to be called Lola. So I tried calling her Layla.
No response. I tried naming her Lulu. Still no
response. Then one day I found her sitting atop
a radio playing the old rock song, Louie Louie.
She was purring. I think she was telling me her
preferred name. So Louie Louie it is.
The naming of cats is indeed a difficult
matter. Given her name, people mistake Louie
Louie for a boy but she's a girl. Last spring, she
was swept off her feet by a blue point named
Whispernwoods Yasha.
Those kittens have gone to their new homes but
LouieLouie should be having kittens fathered by
Yasha again in 2010.
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