Born in the Italian countryside, Lollos mother had been around the block.
Lollo comes from a big family. Many sister, brothers and cousins. And they keep coming. They were surrounded with pizza, warmth and loudly speaking people.
The kitten was named Louis by my sister that lived in Turin at the moment. She lived on the top floor of a large apartment building with a bunch of Italian roomies. Their balcony was 30 cm from the edge of a church roof... so that was were Louis spent all his day. On the roof of a church. No other cat interaction.
When my sister went away for a few weeks her roommates fed Louis italian style and my sister came home to a very fat cat. Louis was put on a strict diet but the little pouch would never disappear... and even today we can see that little bellybag from his fat Italian days.
Well nothing lasts forever, and so the day came when the landlord decided to renovate the whole building and sell the apartments to rich fancy people. Tess got Louis a passport and then one day he was crawling into our hallway in Sweden, paralyzed with fear.
Louis made sure he managed to pee in everyones beds before he hid under my sisters bed for a week or two.
Not only a new country but also new meetings. Louis who hadn't been interacting with other cats before had to learn about showing who's the boss of the backyard and also when to just stand in the window and make duck-sounds at trespassers.
Shiny paper and various strings were great object to attack in order to free the frustration of being pulled away from his home country. After a year or so, my sister left for Italy again but Louis stayed behind. I thought Lollo or Lolliti or Lollis were better names to call this little thing. So guests think that he's a girl and also that he's pregnant because of the pouch.
Today Lollo has lived longer in Sweden than in Italy. Snow still scares him because it means that he can't poo outside. The wind scares him because it's something unknown. The vacuum cleaner is satan.
My sister has a new cat, Lea, and Lollo is now something of a grumpy Swedish farmer type. He is very pretty although his mood is unpredictable. Also he's very funny when he makes duck-sounds or when he sneezes like a little girl.