Hi Guys,
Alfred here. KING Alfred.
Guess what!! I think Moms and I are getting ready to move again!
Can you believe it?
The other day Uncle Lee came by with another male cousin and they took away Moms and my bed and put it on a U Haul. Then they came back and took away the futon. Of course, I hid in my pantry during all of this . But, I peeked out from time to time to check on all the action. So, I know exactly what they were up to.
It wasn’t until late at night that Moms came back in that UHaul all empty. And guess what. We didn’t sleep in our normal room but in the front guest room in the twin bed where all the guests stay. I don’t know about this. You all know how I have a fear of intimacy along with separation anxeity and anger management problems. Moms and I need our space in the bed, and I don’t like this twin bed deal. I need our Queen bed back.
Then this morning Moms got up and started taking more things out of the house to the car. She went back and forth like 2 or 3 times. By the third time, I was in the pantry and not coming out.
“Alfred! Alfred! I’m leaving now. Come say good-bye,” Moms called out to me. But, there was no way that I was coming out. I knew I would be the next thing Moms would take out of the house and put in the car. There was no way I was leaving. I know it took me a while to get used to the Homestead – since it’s so much bigger than our Hotel room in Equatorial Guinea and located in the countryside with so many cats challenging my territory rights. But, now I’m used to it. It’s home. And, I don’t want leave (except to the Marriott Residence Inn of course).
“Alfred… Alfred…” Moms cooed once she located me in the pantry and brought me down. “Don’t worry, Little Man. You’re safe. I’m not taking you any where today. You can relax.”
Yes, guys…
Home is where your Moms is…
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