F wrote a narrative earlier this year. It's interesting to read from her perspective on her first encounter of Lala. One thing to note is that she misspelled my friend Jiin's name...sorry, Jiin.
Meeting Lala
"Well, are you coming, F?" My mom asked. "Oh, sure." I wiped my feet on the squishy mat and walked in the door. At once, a fat and adorable tabby cat with stunning orange fur came to greet us. "Aw, he's so cute!" I knelt down beside him. "What is his name?" I asked. "His name is Lala." Jean answered with a wink. I watched as Lala's fur brushed against my face. It felt as if I was his old friend coming to visit him. It seemed to me the cat was saying, "Take me home!"
I was at Jean's house because my mom wanted to give Jean some tips on how to take care of babies. I was so delighted that I came. If I did not, I would not have met Lala.
I waited until Jean was finished talking to my mom, and asked, "Can we keep the cat?" Cutting in, my mom answered, "No, honey, this is Jean's cat." Aw, man, I thought she would have given me a chance to keep him. Jean looked at my mom and gave her a tiny smile, "Actually," Jean said, "I am too busy to take care of the cat, and I`m going to send him to the shelter anyway." My eyes bulged, this was the most terrifying thing I have heard of! I hugged Lala closer to my chest. "It`s okay, I will save you ." I whispered into his ear.
As my mom and I got into the car, the cat's face kept flashing back into my mind. The name Lala kept on ringing in my head. I sank my toes back into my fuzzy socks and tried to stay cool. Rocks crackled under the wheels of the car as we pulled out of the driveway. There was an awkward silence between my mom and I. I felt uncomfortable, so I asked, "Can we keep Lala?" My mom laughed her "maybe laugh" and said, "I'll talk it over with your dad." Maybe she will want to help Jean, and keep the cat, I thought to myself. I sighed heavily, as puffs of smoke came out of my mouth. Was I ever going to save Lala? Unexpectedly, my mom started talking into the phone, as her voice dissolved into a whisper. Not knowing what to do I cupped my hand over my ear to hear what she was saying. She whispered to my dad, "Well, it's F's birthday." I screamed in my head "Yes, yes, yes!" maybe I did have a chance!
Follow TingTingMamMa