Cats choose us

My Sweet Quila Crossed The Rainbow Bridge and Led Me to a Golden Kitten at The End

She chose me, then chose a kitten for me nine years later

Photo of Quila doing her favorite thing, hanging out on the patio. Image by author

Carol Lennox. LPC, M.Ed.

Nine years ago, I went to get dog food after a couple of margaritas. There were kittens for adoption out front, and I thought,

“What can it hurt to look?”

The sweet calico, five months old, reached through her cage, caught my sleeve, and pulled me to her. What do you think I did?

I took her home, of course, and named her Quila, short for tequila. The dogs weren’t amused, but eventually everyone got along.

She was the sweetest cat I’ve owned, or who has owned me. When I saw therapy clients in my home, Quila would greet them at the door and walk them to the couch. She would then wait until they became anxious, or started crying, and she would drape herself over their knees to calm them down.

When the session ended, she escorted them back to the door. I believe she was sad when the pandemic came and I saw clients virtually.

She was only eight years old when she developed feline asthma. I’d never heard of it.

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