This is the Story of Lulu.
If there was ever a kitty cat who hated travel, it is Lulu. And if there is ever a kitty cat who has traveled a lot, it's Lulu.
Found on the side of the road, in a downpour on the Gitmo compound in Cuba, so the story goes, Lulu possesses a singularly spunky nature. Perhaps it is her spicy Cuban heritage, or perhaps it was formed as she fending off the iguanas that are so ubiquitous in the area.
Black and white with bright green eyes, Lulu is the passionate sort. Whatever she does, she does with her whole heart. Fighting, loving, eating, cuddling, lying in the sun, and mostly sleeping. Lulu's first real travel story is something of myth and legend now, simply referred to as "The Airplane Ordeal," the only references now, eight years later, are Lydia's brother's scars and Lulu's occasional nightmares. To the rest of the world, we may only know that it is inadvisable to bring a kitty cat on a plane- as you're required to take the cat out of the carrier. And should your kitty cat not have been drugged properly by the pills you've given her, it could cause, well, emotional baggage.
Lulu's first home in America was at a Virginia finishing school, just outside of Washington DC in the rolling horse country. A place where animals are taught the world's affairs through political talk radio and are encouraged to develop ideas about the world at large. They are able to frolic through green pastures and hide under rose bushes in the rock garden.
Since her assimilation to the United States, Lulu has become a proper American citizen, and frequently has sharp statements about the political landscape and the border control issues she experienced when coming to the states. She left Virginia for a short visit to Philadelphia the first year she arrived, to take in some culture and see how others animals lived in the world, when not in finishing School. She completed her time in Virginia in 2015, when she returned to Philadelphia to do charity work with homeless cats in the Fairmount district of Philadelphia.
2018 has brought a lovely vacation in the southern Floridia area. It is similar to Cuba; Lulu likes the palm trees and how late the sun stays up. She's developed a keen appreciation of architecture and beautiful interiors since her residency in America, and particularly enjoys seeing beautiful structures along the coastline.
The travel was not a lovely experience, in fact, she felt nauseous the whole way down the coast.
This most recent trip, had not been so bad. Lulu had eaten the pill Lydia gave her, and woken up in a totally new place. She gathers she flew. She's glad she can't remember a single thing. She wonders if customs from city to city is as bad as it is crossing the boarder, but she pushes the whole experience from her mind to focus on the new smells and surroundings. Pushing her little nose up into the air as high as she can, she detects the place is clean. Other smells, but a few familiar smells too- her blanket and some bags in the corner.
Lydia hoists Lulu over her shoulder and they leave the room- "MORE SMELLS! MORE SIGHTS and hopefully NO DOGS," Lulu's wide eyes say. But suddenly she sees where they are, The Drake Hotel in Chicago. Designed by Dorothy Draper. This has been where Lulu has wanted to come ever since she began her architectural studies- a place where she would match. The black and white tile, the black and white door, the pretty moulding. This seems like a building full of personality, just like Lulu, herself. "March," Lulu thinks, "is made for matching."
This is the Story of Lulu.