26 January 2013

The story of Lollo


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.

When my sister went looking for a cat, a friend informed her of his mothers cat that kept having kittens and this one little thing that no one wanted. Little Lollo. Small and unwanted. Do you see that picture to the left? Do you see the size of the leaf and then the size of Lollo? Do you see that he's small as a leaf??




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.


Louis lived a stress-free life filled with warmth, food and lots of parties were he was given a lot of attention. Completely unaware of his faith that would lead him to cold scandinavia...
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. 

29 comments:

  1. This was the most funny and amazing story I've ever read..I almost peed my pants laughing and reading the story of Louis..and it made me remember the best years of my life...when I lived in that 1800 half ruined apartment with my amazing roomies. And although I have Lea now, Louis will always me my first baby :D....and I think he couldn't have been more lucky then to have you as his second mommy and to live in those amazing landscapes scandinavia has....church roofs would have been so annoying after a few years! lots of love from the south of Italy..me&Lea <3

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    1. Ja, jag hoppas att han trivs här... ibland när han tittar förskräckt ut på snön undrar jag om han minns Italien och tänker "hur fan hamnade jag här??". Dom bästa minnena från ens liv är ofta när man var ung och hängde med en bunt människor och var i princip pank... konstigt då hur vi verkar sträva efter prylar hela tiden... man lägger ju faktiskt rätt lite energi på att sätta sig i situationer där man bara hänger med en massa folk. Jag tänker lite på det där eco-farming som jag ville åka på... då en bunt människor får bo och äta gratis på eko-farmar och sedan hjälpa till med djur eller skördning. Sånna upplevelser ger en förmodligen mycket mer glädje än att köpa fina skor... jag vet inte... jag tycker att vi människor är lite dumma i huvudet!

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    2. Vi ar lite dumma i huvudet ja...ja eco-farming...om ni vill ha en till med sa hade jag varit JATTE PA...tycker det verkar vara en superbra grej att gora pa sommaren! Tja du,men om du levde i sodra Italien skulle du uppleva jakligt mycket "hang med manniskor" dar man inte riktigt gor nagot eller pratar om nagot vettigt...plus lagg pa en massa mat ;)

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  2. Vilken fin och kärleksfull berättelse. Underbara bilder från Italien sen! Tänk att växa upp på ett tak.

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    1. Ja... det är något romantiskt med tak :) En gång kom Lollo med en fladdermus och lade den i sängen som en present till min syster. Han har också försvunnit inne i taket och då fick min syster gå till prästerna och sedan kravla uppe i det gamla taket bara för att se Lollo sitta långt där inne någonstanns och sura :)

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    2. Haha åh, fin blandning av Edward Scissorhands, Quasimodo och tjurig katt. Om jag gav en fladdermus till den jag älskade och denne inte uppskattade gåvan hade jag också lackat ur.

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  3. Such a beautiful story! Lollo is so cute!

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  4. aww this is so sweet, i love his story... he looks so adorable when he was the size of a leaf. i have a kitten called casper, he's grey and white, and he was quite fluffy and so little when i got him. he's growing up now and is quite slinky and sleek. i live in london and he goes out onto the little terrace but not the road. it was snowy here recently and he was mesmerised by the snowflakes falling and was licking the snow on the terrace.

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    1. HIhi...yes...the size of a leaf :)
      That's great that your cat has a little terrace even though you live in London! Lollo likes to lick the snow of my shoes when I come home, but he's to scared to lick the snow outside the house :)

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  5. Vilken fantastisk historia, och vilken fantastisk liten katt.

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  6. I love the way you tell a story. :) This one is especially beautiful as I have a very soft spot in my heart for all cats.

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    1. Thank you, I always feel that I write with a very bad flow and just hope that people can follow my clumsy phrasing :)

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  7. Wow, what a beautiful story! And he cuuuute! I would love to do something like this for my dogs.
    http://photosbylmb.com/

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  8. ouuuu... beautiful and really funny story :D i like your cat!

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  9. That's a lovely one of him on the tiled roof

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    1. Isn't it! He looked to majestic up there, now he just sits under the staircase up to our front door and looks sheepish :)

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  10. Tänk att lilla lollo har upplevt så mkt i hans liv! Den berättelsen gjorde verkligen min dag. Om du fortfarande är inne på barnböcker kanske du borde göra en bilderbok om lollos resa i livet, den hade iaf jag läst.

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    1. Ja, han är en riktig liten invandrare med färgglad bakgrund!
      Barnbok barnbok....den kommer... jag måste mogna lite först bara :)

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  11. I'm smiling all the way reading this post. :")

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  12. Such a lovely story. Animals have something human-like, or at least, that's what we (want to) think.

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  13. Poor Luis, lost in traslation! He is a very special cat :)

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  14. Lollo is is such a beautiful cat, but its strange that his eyes have changed from blue to green.

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    1. Yes I thought about this too! But then I know swedish children that are born with darkbrown eyes and then with time they get bright blue, so I think it's common that the color you're born with isn't your real one.

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  15. :) What a lovely story!!! And what a beautiful cat! Both made me smile on a grey Monday office morning! Thank you for that!

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  16. my two cats are sleeping on my lap (sort of cat pyramid ) and this story was the perfect lullaby for me to join them in the sweat world of dreams :)

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  17. Åh vilket fantastiskt inlägg, och vilken förtjusande katt!

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  18. this is such a beautiful story. lollo is a well loved cat, lucky boy. i love your last description that he's turned into a grumpy swedish farmer type. i have a cat too and she makes those duck noises at the birds on the roof of the next door appartment : ) x

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  19. Fantastisk nydelig innlegg - han ser ut som en katt som har det bra :-)

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