Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I got my report card from the vet, and Momma said it was like an A+, so that’s super good!
He said my ears are clean, my coat is thick and shiny, my teef are clean and strong, my blood is good and my … you know, the stuff that Momma scoops out of the litter box … it doesn’t have anybody else in it. I’m not overweight and all my innards are there and the right size. He ought to know — he sure poked and pushed and squoze me enough!
He said I’m a strong, healthy ADULT cat, and, because I’m so healthy, that I’d be around FOREVER! Wow!
That’s really good news, because I like it here, and Momma (and even grumpy Poppa) like me here, too.
Momma took this picture of me showing how big I am. I’m a big ADULT cat — not a kitten anymore.
(Do you like my pillow?)
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What did your last vet report card say? If it wasn’t so good, what are you and your hooman doing to make it better?
TA
Dan
April 15, 2017 at 7:13amCongrats on the good report card. I hope you get a treat for that. I was going to comment on your pillow. It’s pretty and it compliments your handsome self well. I also totally approve of your proper conjugation of the verb squeeze – pretty impressive for a cat, even an adult one.
You have a good day. Rest up, and make sure you get that treat.
Marian Allen
April 15, 2017 at 8:32amHe got some fish-flavored treats in his Kitty Kong, so he was very pleased.
Joey
April 15, 2017 at 5:12pmAw! Yay, clean bill of health! I loved the way you phrased the parasites. š
Marian Allen
April 17, 2017 at 11:09amI’ve taught him well. I get my life’s motto from Mehitabel the cat: “To hell with anything unrefined.”