Last year my daughter brought her kitten Lola to Tulsa to live with us. Courtney was moving into a different apartment in New York City and she couldn’t have pets. We agreed to kitten-sit until she graduates in May.
We have our own cat, Meow (I know it’s corny, but can your cat say her name when asked?) And we’ve had several cats through the years, but none like Lola. We had a cat that liked to sleep on the tires of the car, but needless to say, he didn’t live long. We had a cat named Madison that Tom called Fattest One. He was a great cat except he liked to jump in laps when you least expected it, causing more than one man’s voice to change an octave or two.
But we’ve never had a cat who gets on the dining room table. We’ve never had a cat who gets on the kitchen counters. And we’ve never had a cat who just refuses to obey. Until Lola.
Last night I measured out two tablespoons of cough medicine and set it on the kitchen counter to take before I went to bed. I was
watching The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills doing my devotions when I heard something fall. I walked into the kitchen to find a sticky mess all over the floor, the cabinets and the wall. And Lola? She was eating, pretending like she had no clue what had happened. It took me almost 15 minutes to get the syrup off of everything. Once it was clean, I walked into the living room only to discover that Lola had knocked over my glass of Crystal Lite. Twelve ounces of raspberry lemonade spilled all over the living room rug. As I was soaking up the lemonade, Lola jumped on the dining room table, knocked a folder containing pages and pages of Tom’s journal onto the floor, and then dashed into the kitchen to eat. Again.
After a night of Lola’s antics, I decided I better go to bed before I put her in a box, taped it shut and mailed her to New York – via pony express.
I pity the mothers of toddlers. Terrible two’s, three’s, four’s, and sixteen’s are exhausting. Who am I kidding? It’s all exhausting.
The difference between kittens and toddlers? Not much. Except I can banish Lola to the basement with a bowl of food and water and get a good nights sleep. Parents, on the other hand…well, isn’t that why God gave us grandparents?