Lily & Lulu take over Fuzzy Friday and leave white hair
all over your black pants…
J-Dog is thrilled to introduce you to Lily White and Lulu white, award-winning author Meda White's fur babies. Their Southern charm shines on this #FuzzyFriday.
“Hey, y’all. I’m Lily White,
firstborn furbaby of award-winning author Meda White, or as I like to call her,
Mama Meda, yip-yip, or the lady trying to hide a pill in my cheese. She rescued
me from hot, humid Florida and brought me to hot, humid Alabama. Yeehaw! That’s
a word I learned after meeting my mama.”
“Howdy. I’m Lulu White and I let my
sista, Lily, think she’s the firstborn because she found Mama Meda first, but
I’m on my third or fourth life now. A country kitty like me tends to lose count
after a while…and teeth. Geriatric. Pfft. I’ll claw that vet’s eyeballs out the
next time I see ‘im. The dirt roads of rural Georgia made me tough. But having
a mama who’s a writer has educated me beyond my wildest mouse-filled dreams.”
“So, we have to make this quick because Mama went to teach
her yoga class and left her computer on. We hijacked it, but Lulu has to type
for me because she has smaller paws.” Lily pats Lulu on the head.
After a lightning fast head shake and short hiss, Lulu
continues, “You can’t even read, much less type.”
“Shows how much you know, my feline companion. Don’t make me
gnaw on your face in public.” Lily offers an evil grin.
“Stop trying to show off. We’re here to promote Mama Meda
because, admittedly, she kinda stinks at patting herself on the back.”
“So true. Her first Southland Romance just won an award.”
Lily licks her paw.
“That trophy is heavy as all get out. I’d hate to knock it
off the shelf and have it fall on your head, sister. It could kill you dead,
and unlike me, you only have the one life.” Lulu licks her shoulder.
“Alrighty then, old gal.” Lily huffs a short laugh. “Since
you weren’t living here when she wrote that one, let me tell you, you’re so
lucky. My sleep schedule was all jacked up. She’d be up writing or revising at
three in the morning.”
“What’s the big deal? I’m up running laps at that time.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I learned to close the bedroom
door, so you don’t wake our dad up.”
“That’s you?” Lulu squints an eye
at Lily. “You’re smarter than I thought.”
Lily pants with a big grin. “Thanks. Anyway, Mama got the
idea for the start of that story when she and dad were knocking down the old
deck. For Play With My Heart, it’s
kinda like the meet cute. When Ian sees Liz for the first time.”
“Since loud noises make you run for soft beds and tight
spaces by toilets, I bet you loved that.”
“Hey. PTSD is a real thing. You have no idea where I was
rescued from.” Lily pouts, staring off into the distance.
“Let’s give her a moment, folks.” Lulu rolls her eyes and
yawns. “I’ve been at Casablanca, ahh, that’s a fancy name for The White House,
long enough to know about the late nights Mama Meda spends in front of the
computer. Those are the best times because the lightweight over there,” she
glances at Lily, “is dead to the world, and I have Mama all to myself. Her lap
is the best. Especially, when she’s on the desktop computer. I have a problem
with that laptop and I might pee on it one day.”
“If you like those tasty treats she spoils you with, you’ll
rethink that plan, Sista.” Lily lulls her tongue to one side. “That laptop is
our drib and dribble, kit and kibble, doodle and caboodle.”
“For the record,” Lulu’s whole body shivers, “Lily’s the
only one here who eats doodles. Just sayin’.”
“What? Is there something wrong with that?”
“So much.” Lulu shakes her head. “I happen to be a fan of
the latest book, Fool With My Heart.
Johnny Baker is my hero.”
“Oh, girl. Ruff. I know you’re right. He’s a good guy and
loves animals.”
“All the Bakers love animals, and I’m feeling a little
slighted that there’s not even a stray barn cat at Southland.” Lulu drops her
jaw and stares at nothing.
“Hey, there’s a cat under Lacy’s trailer house. Remember?”
“Oh, yeah. I knew I liked Lacy. She’s the best.” Lulu
attempts to grin by curling her upper lip.
“And she came from hard beginnings, kinda like me. I can
relate to her so much.”
Lulu nuzzles Lily with her head. “I know, Sister. Let it
out.” A furious shake. “Don’t drool on me though. Ick. Darnit-all. Now I need
another bath.”
“Later. Mama needs us to help her sell some books. All of
the books are wonderful, and we’re not biased or anything. The Southland
Romance Series is based on a fictional family called the Bakers.”
“Yeah, they’re kinda like the Brady Bunch in boots and blue
jeans, and Southland is the name of the family ranch, where they have all kinds
of animals. Except a barn cat.” Lulu coughs up a hairball.
“Well the dogs are bulldogs because the family all went to
the University of Georgia. I mean, how unoriginal is that? Adopt a collie,
people. Go, SEC football.” Lily actually barks, which resembles Sanford Stadium
on game day.
“My tiny, sensitive ears can’t take much more of this.” Lulu
rotates said body parts several degrees. “Here’s my advice; buy the book, read
it, then leave an honest review somewhere. My potbelly and I thank you very
much.”
“Yeah, give ‘em the links, sista.”
“Okay, but these are a pain to copy and paste. I mean, this
mouse pad is a little squirrely.”
“Squirrel!” Lily disappears down the stairs.
“I’m back. What did I miss?” Lily paces side to side. “Did
you tell them they’ll love the book? Did ya? Huh? Huh? Huh?”
“I love my sister.” Lulu sighs. “I really do. Mainly because
my mama’s trying to teach me to love everybody. But I refuse to love that ugly
orange cat that jumped me last week. Scared the crap out of me. Literally. But
don’t worry, Lily ate it.” Lulu rolls on her back and wallows a second. “Just
kidding.”
“Thanks for visiting with us, and thanks to Ms. Heather for
hosting. For more on all of the books, check out Mama Meda’s website at
www.MedaWhite.com . We love y’all, and
don’t forget to pet your favorite fur baby.”
“Treats are awesome! Hashtag share the love. I need a nap,
Lily.”
“I’m with you. Lulu. Happy nappy!”
