Cat Rescues, Difficult Decisions, Grandchildren



Welcome to the fourth installment of Life Lessons from Lola, a series about an adorable kitten who’s stolen lots of hearts in her journey home to Terry and me. Monday I told you how I happened to be in Atlanta and meet Lola.  Today I’m sharing the real reason I brought her home.

Time and miles fly by in the company of a friend. Before we knew it, Ginger and I were at Maria’s where we parted company when Jill picked her up. 


Friday morning, I baked that birthday cake, a quadruple chocolate standby we’ve loved for years. It’s amazing what pudding mix, extra eggs, a handful of chocolate chips and a fudge glaze can do for a regular Duncan Hines Devil’s Food  Cake Mix. 

Around noon, I drove from Norcross to Mid-Town Atlanta to see Brady. (Just  getting there was a blog-able experience in itself—thank God for GPS.) 

Lunch Confessions


Guess which one’s
 the reluctant model?

It was something Brady said over lunch that made me consider taking Lola home with me. You take notice when your grandchild confides that something makes him feel like a bad human being. Brady works from Can-to-Can’t and basically comes home to eat and sleep. He was already concerned, and when his landlord complained about hearing Lola cry when he passed in the hall, he felt terrible. 





Well Hello Lola


At my suggestion, we dropped by his apartment so I could meet that little showgirl. Folks, that’s what Lola is. She’s irrepressible.  

And you know what I thought:  Maybe I should find her a good home in Arkansas. He doesn’t even have time to do that.


Ginger and I spent a delightful morning at the Church4Chicks conference. We even met a famous cow.

 Gran Phones Home

Once back at Maria’s, the conversation centered on Lola and whether I should rescue both Brady and her by taking her home. We don’t make those kinds of decisions at our house without talking about them. I needed to call Terry.

I could hear the hesitation in his voice when I called home to tell him what I was thinking. He could already read the handwriting on the wall. But he’s an amazing man.
Here’s part of our conversation.

Terry:  I thought we weren’t going to get any more cats. 

 Me:     I’ll find her a home, but I think I need to bring her.

Terry: Do what you need to do.

 Is That a Sign?

My favorite son-in-law
Another Good Man!

Brad Day, Emily’s dad, was all over the idea of Lola going home with Gran. On the way out to Maria’s birthday dinner, we swung by Goodwill to look for something to carry her in. 

We were looking for something we could make do with. I couldn’t believe my  eyes when I rounded a corner and spied a real CAT CARRIER. 

Brad grabbed it and I picked up a Care Bear quilt to pad it. We started toward the register. But first, I needed to text Brady to be sure he wanted to do this.

Me:     We’re at Goodwill looking for something to carry Lola in. Do you want to let her go?

Brady:  Let her go? It would probably be better for her.

Me:     Want U 2 b sure

Brady: Well, I don’t really want to, but this is borderline cruelty

Me:     Ok

We headed for the check-out where Brad insisted on paying. And I let him.

Birthday Meet Up

His eyes tell the story

After meeting Brady for a fun birthday dinner, we took him home and picked up Lola. 

It was heart-wrenching to see Brady’s expression when he looked at Lola through the car window.  As we drove away, Brad noted that he sure looked sad. 

The truth was we all felt sad about Brady returning to his empty apartment. I might have wiped away a few tears on the drive home.

Thought for the Day: Sometimes doing the right thing is painful, but living with the guilt and consequences of rocking along as usual is worse. 

Once again, I was proud of a grandchild’s mature decision.

Whoever pursues righteous and kindness will find life, righteousness and honor. 
 Proverbs 21:21

Next time: Lola: Born to Travel
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  1. Animals are such a responsibility. I had to do what Brady did when I was 20. It was a Rottweiler puppy we had rescued from being dumped. We named him Magnum. However, we were able to find him a great home. I'm completely enthralled with this story. I lurk for updates hourly! LOL.


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