Hi Guys,
It’s me again. Alfred KING Alfred.
You know. My Aunty Joyce used to say to my Moms, “Dee. You know something is always happening to that cat!” And, guys, my Aunty Joyce was right. Something is always happening to me.
Today my Moms had the bathtub refinished. We have this great bathtub – like it’s over 50 years old or something. It’s made out of cast iron, shorter than your regular tub but really deep so you can really soak. I love it when my Moms gets in and she has all these bubbles going on. I stand on the ledge and play with the bubbles just like I learned in Equatorial Guinea.
But, the finishing on the tub is a mess. It’s two or three colors; it looks like someone tried to paint it or something. So, Moms, after many months of research, got some fancy bathroom specialists to come and refinish the tub.
King Alfred Flees Chemical Fumes
These specialists use all these chemicals. It takes like 4 – 6 hours, and the fumes just got to me. My breathing started becoming labored and my eyes glazed over. The noise drove me so crazy I took refuge in the Guest Room and hid in my carrying case. Take a look of me hiding out in my carrying case. And, you all know that if I get in my carrying case voluntarily, things must be really bad…!
Moms called that bathtub place and asked them if the chemicals were safe for cats because she saw that I wasn’t doing too well. The company told them there was no problem. But, both Moms and me know that’s not the complete truth. After they workmen left, Moms aired out the place and then eventually closed the bathroom door so the process could dry for the next day or so.
The tub now looks great and I feel better. Guys, can you believe I almost kicked the bucket again? But, I always pull through. Don’t I?
Refinished Tub
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