Hey Guys!
How’s it going? It’s me the King… Guys… you aren’t going to believe it, but my Moms and I went back to North Carolina.
I don’t know why. I was really enjoying my life in the Big Apple… er… Jersey. Maybe my Moms got mad at me because I kept harrassing the dog, and the dog almost bit off my head. I mean all I wanted to do was sleep in his bed. I just tried out his bed a few times. I would sleep in the his bed when he was upstairs in the little boy’s room and everyone else was busy in their own rooms.
Guys, the dog’s bed is definitely not as nice as my cat bed or cat house. But, now, the dog has to sleep with my cat fur, locked up behind the bars of his pen. Hee hee. That’s what he gets for coming up to the third floor and pooping and peeing and trying tomark MY territory.
So, there I was lounging on my cat bed, contemplating the meaning of life, when my Moms slipped me a cat valium. I knew immediately a long trip was ahead of me. There I am in the picture above, drugged out in my cat carrying case. Boy, did I hiss and growl when I had to leave Jersey.
I was good in the car. I spent most of the time by my Moms feet while she drove. Our trip was suppose to be only 8 hours but it ended up being 12 hours. My cat valium wore off after 10 hours, and I started meowing, driving my Moms crazy. But, Guys, what do you expect when your valium wears off…??
I have to say that when we got back to the homestead I was glad. Planting season has already
started, and the land is already plowed. Can you believe it? The King missed the plowing of the land.
But, it’s nice being back on my own territory. My first day back I spent running up and down the hallway – stretching my legs like I couldn’t do back in Jersey – and playing fetch with my Moms.
Springtime in the Carolinas. Guys… there’s nothing like it.
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