The Dog! Guys, yes, The Dog – the one from New Jersey. The Dog whose house my Moms and me stayed in from January to April back in 2012.
The one who came up to the third floor where my Moms and me were staying and almost took my little cat life! He’s in my home now.
I can’t believe my Moms is letting this happen to me. Can you believe it, guys?! My territory challenged!
“Alfred. Alfred… Alfred!”
“Calm down. Buddy is in the basement and you’re here two floors up. You’re safe here with me. Your Moms. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You know that.”
Guys, my Moms always has a way of talking rationally and calming me down.
“Okay, Moms. If you say so. So, I can sleep okay without watching my back?”
“That’s right, Alfred, “My Moms said in her soothing Moms’ voice.
“And, you won’t let The Dog eat my cat food or drink my water, right”
“That’s right Little Man. No one is touching your food.”
“Okay, Moms.”Guys, I feel much better now. Don’t you? The Dog is here with his family, including the little boy, and his father and mother, my Auntie. I feel comfortable with my Auntie and come out to play and say hello. I think I’m going to have a nice Labor Day after all.