It’s early Mother’s Day morning when Moms gets up excitedly and starts putting clothes into a small suit case. She also cleans out my cat dishes and puts them in my black carrying case. She is so busy that she doesn’t even realize that I have freshly licked my fur just for the occasion of Mother’s Day. Even my cowlick is slicked back. I think I look pretty impressive.
But, “Yikes!!” Moms is planning a trip. And it looks like I’m going. I don’t like traveling. Especially ever since I left Rwanda and got stuck in transit in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. That was really traumatic for me. Don’t remind me!
“MOMS!” I yelp. “What’s up?!” What’s with all the luggage and rushing around??”
“We’re going to visit Grandmoms for Mother’s Day. So, I need you to be on your best behavior.” Moms says slowing down to address my fears.
“And by the way! Here. Take this. Just a little candy for the trip,” Moms slips a tiny red pill down my throat.
“Cat Valium! No way!” I recognize the bitter taste and manage to cough up the pill before it goes down. But, Moms is too fast, and she manages to get it down my throat.
But, by now, I’m super stressed and excited, and start meowing non stop, “But, wait, Moms. You know I don’t like traveling. It stresses me out. Remember what the vet told you yesterday when you took me in?? She said that if I keep getting stressed out I could have a heart attack or something. Is that was you want? Huh…? Huh…?
“Alfred. Alfred. Alfred! Stop! Get a hold of yourself. It’s just an airplane ride. A short one. Okay. Well, two. A few days and we’ll be back at home. Your grandmoms is expecting me – and you even though she’s allergic to cats – to visit for Mother’s Day.