Momma and Granny and Auntie Jane picked out Lola at the shelter in 1988. They got my cousin Oreo at the same time. Lola was about two years old and her Beans had left her at the shelter because they had "not enough time." I don't know what on earth Beans could be doing that is more important than taking care of Lola Meezer, but it's a good thing they took her there, because our family loves meezers and took Lola right home.
Lola's name at the shelter was Princess, but our family is not very royal (Momma said there's a fancy word that describes our family: "plebian") so they thought she should have another, regular name. Granny came up with Lola, because she walked like a woman and talked like a man. Actually, though, Lola sounded more like a goat. Instead of saying "meow," it came out more like "Maaahhhhhh!" This scared me at first, but you got used to it after a while. The ninja noises, I gotta say, you never really get used to.
Lola didn't cover her business after she used the latrine. Once I got not quite so scared of her, I asked her about it once, and she just sniffed at me and said, "I have people for that."
Lola liked to get scritches at the base of her tail, but when she did, she would stick her tongue in and out like she was licking a lollipop.
Lola got all sweaty when she got some 'nip.
Lola lived to be 17 years old before she had to go to the Bridge because her kidneys were giving out. The Beans still talk about Lola a lot because she was such a great Meezer and they loved her a lot. I hope you liked these Lola Meezer stories! Here is a picture of Lola.