Tipper’s Home Heroics #Caturday @StoryADayMay #amwriting

Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? This is my last May story! Momma has the rest of them, and then SADM is over for another year. I might write some more stories sometime, because it was way fun.

When I read Momma’s story yesterday, I said, “If a Bad Guy came in here, I know what I’d do!”

Momma said, “I know what you’d do, too: You’d hide in the bathroom cabinet.”

I said, “I would not, either! I would be all, growl and mrow!” and I showed her what I would do, acting like my plushy snake was a Bad Guy.

She said, “Why don’t you write about it for your last May story?”

So I did.

Tipper’s Home Heroics

by Tipper Allen

One day, Tipper was playing with his plushy snake ribbon, when the door opened and a Bad Guy came in!

Tipper dropped his snake and ran up and smacked the Bad Guy on the ankle. “Hey! Nobody asked you to come in here!”

The Bad Guy said, “I don’t wait to be asked. I just come in, if I want to.”

Tipper said, “Cats are allowed to do that, but people aren’t! People have to wait until they’re asked!”

The Bad Guy said, “I don’t. And I jump up on the table and scratch the couch, and nobody better not tell me I can’t.”

Tipper looked around for his Momma and Poppa so he could tell on the Bad Guy, but they were hiding in the bathroom cabinet ’cause they were scared. It was all up to Tipper.

Tipper put his ears back and made his face all crazy-eye. “You better get out of here. I mean now!

The Bad Guy laughed all mean-like. “I think I’ll stay for a while. And you know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna eat all your cat food. Then I’m gonna give you a baff! In Epsom Salts!

Tipper didn’t know what Epsom Salts were, but the Bad Guy said it so mean, it was scary.

“And then,” the Bad Guy said, “I’m gonna give your Momma and Poppa a baff, too!”

“Not in Epsom Salts,” said Tipper.

“Yes,” said the Bad Guy, “in Epsom Salts!”

That was it. Tipper flew into action! He jumped on the Bad Guy. He grabbed him around the neck and bit him and wrestled him to the floor. The Bad Guy hollered and told him to get off, but Tipper acted like he didn’t hear him. Tipper kicked the Bad Guy in the belly. The Bad Guy tried to get away, but Tipper stuck his claws out and wouldn’t let go.

The Bad Guy started crying and yelling, “Ow! Ow! Ow! Let go! Please let me go! I’ll be a Good Guy from now on! I promise!

Tipper stopped biting and pulled his head back so he could look the Bad Guy in the face.

“You promise? You really, really promise?”

The Bad Guy was crying so hard, he almost couldn’t talk, but he said, “I promise!”

“Cross your heart and hope to die? Stick a needle in your eye?”

“Yes! I super-super promise!”

Tipper gave the Bad Guy an extra-strong stink-eye to let him know he better mean that, and let him go.

“And don’t bleed on the rug,” Tipper said.

Tipper’s Momma and Poppa came out from the bathroom cabinet. Tipper’s Momma gave the Bad Guy a tissue so he could blow his nose, and Tipper’s Poppa pushed the Bad Guy out the door and kicked him in the bottom.

“Oh, Tipper-cat,” said Tipper’s Momma. “What would we do without you?”

Tipper’s Poppa said, “We wouldn’t have to clean the rug, that’s what.” But Tipper could tell his Poppa was proud of him, because that’s what his Poppa was like.

MY PROMPTS TODAY: Epsom Salts, Momma’s story yesterday.

If you liked this story, you might like my Momma’s other stories and her novels. Support an author: buy a book and leave an Amazon review. I thank you, and my Momma thanks you.


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