Hi Guys. It’s me K.A. I’m having a hard time these days. Things aren’t going exactly how I’ve planned.
King Alfred Loses The Contest
Things had already been goin’ pretty badly for me. I didn’t think they could get any worse. But, they did.
So, like I’ve been out here on the farm by myself for a month while my Moms rehabs houses in Durham. She even moved us to another house. So, now my Moms spends the night with me every other night. Do you know how hard this is on me only seeing my Moms every other night? And, when I see her she wants to go to sleep. She has no time to play with me. She comes home and crashes! There’s like no play time! In the morning, I beg her not to go… Guys, it’s been really tough.
But, my Moms knows how stressful moving is for me, and how I can’t stand contractors and noise. So, in a way, I’m really grateful to be here on the farm.
But, then as you know, Moms keeps the computer with her in Durham. So, I haven’t been able to stay on top of my blog. Moms has been pushing me to keep my blog up so I can turn it into a book or somthin’ like that. You know: To make money. My Moms is always pushing me to make money.
Plus, I haven’t been able to run my campaign properly for The Triangle’s Most Adorable Pet Contest. I mean, guys, how can I run a serious campaign when I don’t even have a computer and the cell phone doesn’t work out here on the farm? Is that fair? It’s impossible! It doesn’t make any sense. I feel like Mitt Romney. Out of control!
And, I was only entering the dumb contest because my Moms said I have to do more to make money to earn my keep. Moms said my cat food and litter stuff are really expensive and she shouldn’t be expected to pay for all of this on her own. And, guys, I told her that she was the one who wanted a cat. I didn’t ask her to be my Moms. She came and stole me! Remember that?! Check out this past blog of mine that tells you ‘bout all the details! So, she should be responsible for paying for all my stuff, right? I can’t help it that I like my litter box clean and so my Moms has to buy like 3 times as much litter as the ordinary cat needs. This need to earn money is really stressing me out!
But, guys, then I got the news that I didn’t win the contest. That really hurt. I know you all were really voting and routing for me, and I appreciate it. But, I didn’t make it. I was really sad… and embarrassed. I mean what kind of real cat loses a contest that is as stupid as “Most Adorable Pet Contest”? It was really hard to face my Moms. I hid from her for a day or 2 and tried to cut down on my food intake and using the litter box to reduce costs. But, then I had to come out and face her when she told me that she was going to Paris.
W-H-A-T?! PARIS? What about me?! Me. K.A. Your cat!
But, guys she did it. She left me. She went off to Paris because she got some kind of new job.
“And, Alfred, we’re going to be moving to Washington, DC when I get back. So, while I’m away you better pack up all your toys and stuff, “ my Moms told me as she was walking out the door, leaving me all alone.
WASHINGTON, DC…??!! What about my home? The farm? My cat sitter? I’m happy here. I don’t want to move! What did I do wrong?! I’ll do better at earning my keep! Really.
So, guys, I’ve been toughing it out here on my own on the homestead for like 5 days. The cat sitter comes every day. I don’t resent and hate her like I used to. Guys, you’ll be glad to know that I’m appreciative of my cat sitter because I know she really loves me even when I hiss at her. Now, I don’t hide from her. I come out and rub up against her because I’m missing my Moms so much and all I want is for my Moms to come back and pick me up and hold me. The cat sitter tries to pet me but I’m not havin’ none of that! Only my Moms can touch me and pick me up. Nobody else can.
Guys…! Moms is coming home today. I’m so happy!!
And, I’m all ready. My litter box is clean. My toys are all packed. I’m all ready for my Moms!
I’m going to be the best cat ever!
Just wait and see!
KING ALFRED
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