Lola-isms

It was a perfectly normal day (and aren't they all?), and Kelly and I were going about our normal habits (as did Lilly, I would think, though she is not especially involved in the event this post describes, she was actually in another room, but I digress). We woke up around 6:30am. We were barely on time to school. We played our violas. The usual stuff. And as usual, when we walked in the door upon returning from school, Lola was meowing upstairs from her chambers. I hopped up the stairs and, since our cat-allergic mother would not be home for at least another hour, I opened the door. This in itself was not so unusual- I occasionally open Lola's door for her to roam the other rooms. And, as she usually does on such occasions, Lola did not immediately exit the room. I'm not one to be pushy, especially to cats, so I bounded back down the stairs.
Whether Lola followed, I did not take much notice, and I had soon resumed my seat in front of my computer, some feet away from Kelly, who had resumed hers. We were sitting, clicking away, when in an event reminiscent of Jumanji, we heard a sudden vamp on the piano sitting on the opposite side of the room. The clicking stopped, and Kelly and I both swung around in our chairs.

"Lola!?"

In what could be considered either an act of guilt or fright, she made a sprint out of the room.

For the next half hour (and counting), meows could be heard echoing from unknown spots on the first floor. We did not see her again until I heard a distinct meow, and looked to see her on the kitchen counter. As soon as she realized she had been spotted, she darted up the staircase...

...only to find her way back in the kitchen, this time balanced on the window sill above the sink...

...and darting upstairs again.

"One second I hear her meowing from upstairs, and the next I hear her walking on something behind me."

Such is life with Lola.

Today was another day I took a nap in Lola's room. I was on the phone at the time, and while I talked she put her face very close to mine and rubbed her cheek against the phone. She lied down a couple of times on top of me, while I pet her, and she purred like an engine. It made me think that she must think I'm some kind of pillow for her. Or... you know those shops in malls - the ones that sell memory foam pillows and such - that set out chairs you can sit in while they vibrate and massage you? Maybe that's what Lola thinks I am...

I also noticed she kneaded my body, feeling for weaknesses in my organs...

This does not count as a post really, I just found it amusing.
Here is the original illustration. Cat owners would best inform themselves.

Last night sleeping

in a bedroom with our new kitty

Lola.

She’s always meowing

in the mornings

I thought

She could use a friend.

I brought my blanket

looking into her round harvest-moon eyes

I stroked her soft gray fur

before turning off the light.

A black silhouette

with fluffy edges

moved softly through the darkness

black paws traipsed right over me.

5:30am

Being in the same room,

meowing sounded even louder-

so much for company.

At least

now I know how she

gets up on the top bunk

(not levitation

like we originally thought)

This poem was written just yesterday for my Creative Writing portfolio.

Hope you like. :)

(story has been dramatized, slightly)

It was a dark and stormy night when a sweet little kitty, barely a year old, was abandoned by a human and left out in the cold, cruel world to make it on her own. She was meowing from a ditch when a sweet and kind human named Alyssa, found her, and embraced her with open arms. The kitty, who Alyssa gave the name Lola, worthily rose to the occasion and gained back her health speedily, putting on some much needed kitty weight. A month went by, and Alyssa put up posters and information for Lola's previous owner. Sadly, no one called.

Alyssa told her friends about the little sweetie who could be shy at first, but loved to be loved. One of her friends, Amy, had been wanting a kitten for a while and took a special interest in Lola. After consulting her four sisters on the matter (they wanted a kitten too, and thought it was a great idea), and before even meeting her in person, Amy offered to adopt Lola.
When they did meet, and blue eyes met orange eyes, it was love.

For a week, Amy hid Lola as a fugitive in her school apartment. Unfortunately, theirs was a forbidden friendship. So, with a heavy heart, Amy placed her dear little friend in the loving care of her three younger sisters, who would take care of her kitty until she would be able to provide a safe home. ***


Lola Everyday was originally a feature on the wonderful little blog INSPIRATION BUDDY!! (and a considerably new one at that), before I decided to make it into it's own little blog. The purpose of the feature was to let Amy see Lola everyday, even though they are apart (because Amy really misses her kitty). The blog is more for archiving purposes than for anything else, but I promise to throw in a poem once in a while... :)

Sincerely,
Heidi and Lola