Ho Ho Ho… Guys!
Christmas season is in full swing now. Moms and I are enjoying the Advent Season. So far, things are going well – a lot better than they did last year.
Last Christmas I had a meltdown. Yeah, that’s right, guys, a real mental meltdown.
Moms and I were living in Equatorial Guinea. Moms went back to the States for a month and left me at a US Embassy Official’s house.
“Now, Alfred, I’ll be back before you know it. This is your new room. You be good while I’m away,” my Moms told me before she left, placing me on my favorite suitcase looking out the window just like I would do in our hotel room. I was shivering – terrified to be left alone. The suitcase did nothing to comfort me; the house just didn’t feel right.
Sure enough as soon as my Moms left I realized that there was another cat in the house. I couldn’t take it. I was so angry that there was another cat and my Moms wasn’t there to protect me. I hissed and growled at the cat and the Embassy Lady. The lady closed me up in my room during the day, and I went ballistic. I tore up the curtains and peed on the bed. I refused to use my litter box. During the night, I would continue my racket and tear up the toys that Grandmoms had bought me and my Moms had left to comfort me.
“Dee, I’m sorry. But, King Alfred isn’t adjusting. He’s angry and difficult. He is destroying my house and terrifying my cat. He’ll have to go,” the US Embassy Lady told my Moms on the phone after a few nights.
“But, I have no where to put King Alfred. That’s why he’s with you. Can’t he stay until I get back into the country? Please don’t throw him out. He has no where to go. Let me talk to him,” My Moms pleaded.
“King Alfred is hissing and growling so badly that I’m too afraid to get close to him with the phone. So, you can talk to him. I’m sorry. King Alfred will have to go,” the US Embassy woman told my Moms.
During the night when the Embassy Lady and her cat went to sleep I would find a way to get out of my room and sneak up on them and attack them at 3 am. I didn’t realize that my behavior was going to result in my being thrown out of the house and becoming homeless in Malabo, never to find my Moms again.
Guys, lucky for me, my Moms thinks I’m the best thing since sliced bread. She called all over Malabo to people she barely knew to find a way to save my cat life before I got thrown out on the streets. Two ladies and two drivers from the health Project Moms worked on came one evening to get me. The Embassy Lady had to drug me to get me back into my black carrying case. Moms told them that once I was back in our hotel room and on the bed with Moms’ orange bedcover I would be fine.
I yowled the whole way from the Embassy Lady’s house to the hotel and didn’t quiet down until
Senorita Martina put me on Moms’ orange bedcover. Look guys, here I am with Senorita Martina on my bed. There’s my favorite black suitcase by the window. About a week or so later Moms cut her vacation short and came to stay with me because I was such a mental mess. .
Guys, may you find mental peace and comfort with your loved ones during this Advent season.
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