Chapter 1

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"Ugh why can't Lola just be a good cat for once and be famous?!" yells Olivia, my owner, also a spoiled brat who wants everything her way. Her mom says as nicely as she can "But sweetie, Lola can't understand you. She doesn't know exactly what to do! She just needs to practice!"

"MAKE HER DO WHAT I WANT!" I shiver as Olivia yells at her mom. "But Olivia calm down-" "I HATE YOU MOM!" Olivia screams as she runs upstairs to her room and slams her door shut. I felt so bad for her mom. The pure look of shock on her moms face. I watch as her mom slowly walks outside to go to work. Her mom works just to get Olivia things. Olivia always gets the new phones every single year, Olivia has about 12 phones now. I just think she'll grow up and be the boss of everyone and if she didn't get her way, bad things could happen. Like today, with her yelling "I hate you" to her mom.

I run to the food dish and stick my whole head in it. Olivia walks down and goes in the kitchen. (where my food and water dish were) Olivia looked at me like I'm the cutest thing ever. She grabs ONE of her phones and goes on an app I don't really understand. I think it is called twitter, like a bird talking. She takes so many photos. After a while I take my head out.

"YOU DUMB CAT! GET YOUR HEAD BACK IN SO I CAN BE FAMOUS!!!!!" Olivia yells at me while I start running away. She grabs me and throws me on the hard floor. There was a rush of pain hitting me in the face. I let out a sad meows and then a sad sigh as I accept I'm going to get really hurt. She kicks me and yells some more but I'm in too much pain to hear her. Red stuff flows out of me as her face changes from mad to panicked, she calls 911 on the phone she was holding as fast as she could.


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