King Alfred Reflects on Changing Seasons, Cotton and Cat Litter

Well, guys… It’s been like 6 months living here in rural North Carolina, and it has been quite an experience. In late April, I saw the crops being planted in the fields, and over the summer, Moms and I rehabbed our family’s Homestead house. We went through a burning hot summer. (Guys, it was hotter than Africa here.) And, now, we’re at the end of harvest time, and I’m experiencing all sorts of changes –  like cold weather – that I’ve never experienced before.

But, one thing, guys, that I can’t understand is why is there still cotton out there on the vine, and we’re like in November??  I mean Moms has been telling me all about our rich African-American heritage and about how hard it was for our people to pick cotton in the hot sun and all. My cat sitter said she used to pick almost a 100 pounds in one day back in the 1950’s and 1960’s for $4/day.  But, if you take a look at that picture, you’ll see frost on the ground and cotton still on the vine.  When someone finally comes to pick that cotton, they’re going to be wearing a snow jacket – not a bandana to wipe off  sweat from the summer heat.

And just exactly who is going to pick our cotton at the Homestead?  Every morning I get up and look outside the window to see if any one has come to pick our cotton, and no one shows up.  Will they be Black people? Mexicans? White? A combo? Machines? I mean Moms tells me about the sweet potato harvest, the tobacco harvest and how she sees huge groups of people out on a field one day to do a harvest in like a day or 2. But, what about our farm?  Have the people who rent the land from us forgotten to come harvest their cotton?

And, Guys…Even our Highway has seen change. It got a new tarmac!  It took the County only like a week and voila! Moms and I were driving down a new tarmac!

So, Guys… I say all of this stuff about what I’ve been experiencing over these last months and all the changes I see to say that Moms and I have decided it’s time to take a hard look at what cat litter I’m using.

When we first got to North Carolina, Moms and I decided to stick with what my American Aunties in Rwanda would bring me: Fresh Step. Then Moms went all environmental on me and first tried Arm and Hammer and when that wasn’t “environmentally-friendly” enough, Moms went to this biodegradable stuff that looked like what you put in a hamster or gerbil’s cage.  Guys, like am I hamster or what? That didn’t go down well with me.  I’m all for saving the planet but as you guys know, I can’t stand a smelly litter box and that biodegradeable product wasn’t “absorbing my odors” enough.  Afterwards, Moms’ got nervous about the high cost of living in America vs. Africa and tightened the belt and tried discount and knock off products. Uh Uh uh… No way. Only quality cat litter for me.  A King can tell the difference.

Finally, at this point in our lives, Moms and I have settled on Scoop Away: it’s relatively affordable, absorbs my odors and makes me smell good when I roll around in it, and Moms can live with the environmental damage until she comes up with Plan B.

THE KING