It’s me again. Alfred. The KING – yeah, that’s right.
Well lately my Kinghood is being challenged here in Jersey. I mean, Guys, like what am I going to do with this dog?
He thinks the entire house is his. I k-n-o-w that the third floor is mine, and really, I’m thinkin’ of expanding my territory to more of the house. Like, I really want to take over that basement. So, if you guys read my last post, you know I got stuck in the basement the other day, and it was really embarrassing. Then my Moms caught me in the basement again and when I was trying to quietly and quickly creep back up the stairs she gave this big WHACK on my cat hind parts right when I snuck through her legs. I didn’t even squeal or cringe with embarrassment because I knew I was wrong.
So, now I’m tryin’ to figure out how to make that dog know that I’m the King. Of the entire house!
So, there I was in my room thinkin’ and thinkin’ when I heard this growling. The dog had come up to the third floor! He left a big pile of poop at the stairs to mark the territory and challenge me and then peed in the hallway.
Oh no! He’s comin’ after me! What am I going to do?! I’m too scared to even say anything. Who would hear me up here on the third floor all alone.
“Alfred! Alfred!” my Moms called out coming up the stairs looking for me. “Oh no… what is this dog poop here?” Moms was startled – there I was backed up in a corner as the dog steadily approached me.
Moms entered the room and the dog and I were in an eye-to-eye deadlock. The dog was getting ready to attack me. There room was completely quiet.
“Alfred! You’re getting ready to be attacked by the dog! Why didn’t you say something?! Cry out or anything! I didn’t know you were trapped in the room by the dog?”
And, I let out a sigh of relief, as the dog left the room when my Moms came in. Saved by my Moms again. But, I wasn’t going to let on how relieved I was. I resumed my bravado of the King with everything under control.