Life in the Big Apple… er… Jersey is going just great! I’ve completely turned around my lifestyle. Up by 5:30 am. Wake up Moms at 6 am. Supervise Moms cleaning up my poop box. Making sure she stocks up my cat feeder (Er… you guys have been sending me comments that I’m gainin’ weight…. It’s not true!). Stick Moms in the shower. And, then Moms takes off for work, and I take a nice long nap in my cat house or underneath the covers of the bed until my Moms gets back at around 11 pm.
That’s me in the picture in my cat house! I look great, don’t I?
When Moms gets back I go on the prowl. I simply have to find out what that dog does. During the evenings The Dog stays in the basement. The Dog feels that the house – especially the basement – is his territory. But, sometimes The Dog stays in the little boy’s room. When he does I go down in the basement – 4 flights down – and sniff out his territory, leaving my mark.
Now, of course, I can’t tell my Moms what I’m doing down there. She would go ballistic.
“Alfred! Alfred!” Moms calls out if she can’t find me. “Where are you?! You know you’re suppose to stay here up on the third floor. I know you aren’t down there looking for that dog. Now, are you…?”
The other morning while Moms was getting dressed I snuck down to the basement. When Moms was ready to go to work she looks for me to say good-bye. She’s been doin’ that since our days in Equatorial Guinea.
“Alfred! Alfred! Where are you? Are you lost in the house? I can’t find you.” my Moms called out, gradually becoming more panicky when she couldn’t find me.
I was too terrified to say anything. I was so embarrassed that I had gotten stuck in the basement. I was stalking the dog when I realized the lights in the basement went out and someone shut the door. Oh no! What am I going to do now…?!
“Alfred! Alfred! Little Man… I can’t find you…? Have I lost you forever? Have you gotten hurt or sick in this gigantic house and have found some quiet spot to die in and I’ll never find out or see you again…”
Guys! I didn’t know what to do? Should I tell my Moms where I am? Risk getting spanked and humiliated? Or stay quiet in the basement and wait until someone else opens up the door…?
“Alfred…! Where are you? A-L-F-R-E-D…!” Moms was in a full blast panic, going up and down, up and down, up and down all the stairs looking for me on all the floors of the house. Completely frantic.
“Moms….” I whimpered meekly. “Moms… I’m down here. Down here in the basement. Please come rescue me.”
Then, Guys, guess what happened?! My Moms opened up the basement door. I saw light! And my Moms scooped me up into her arms, and I was saved.
So, Guys, you really can’t tell your Moms everything. But, you always count on her to save you!