Last year, my friend Tonya Ricucci got a pair of kittens, and one of them, Annabelle, is notoriously mischievous. Whenever Tonya posts pictures of Annabelle on Facebook, that cat's been up to something, and I'm guilty of teasing Tonya about her lovable little juvenile delinquent. Now, I can sympathize with her.
What can I say about Little Lulu? Today, I caught her climbing the bookshelves, and soon after I chased her down, she was up on the island in the kitchen. No idea how she got up there, it's a big leap. She'd been prowling around the kitchen all morning. I thought it was because she wanted me to make her favorite food - bacon.
That's the other funny thing about Lulu. A few days ago, we discovered she's absolutely mad about bacon. Just the aroma of bacon cooking is enough to send Lulu into a tailspin. She runs around the kitchen in a panic, desperately meowing at me, "I want BACONNNNN!!" She's had a few nibbles of the divine food, but no more. I know bacon probably isn't good for cats. Still, she makes me want to cook up a whole plate full for her. Don't worry, I won't do it! No matter how much she begs.
Every time I turn around, Lulu is in a new place, and it's usually where I don't expect a cat to be. She has no shame! If there's a place to be explored, she explores it. I have to chase her down from many of the places she likes to go.
What a little devil! She keeps me on my toes. During the day, whenever I hear a crash or a thud, it gets me out of my seat to investigate what Lulu's gotten herself into. I know I should reprimand my incorrigible kitty, but it's not easy to look at her sweet little face and tell her no.
I simply adore my crazy kitty. Can you tell? She may not be the most well-behaved, and maybe I shouldn't laugh or praise her when she's gotten herself into trouble. As long as she's safe, I'm OK looking the other way. One thing's for sure. She's a Lulu!