Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I had a birfday! I turned two human years old! Momma says that would make me 24 in hooman years, but I’ll always be her baby.
I don’t feel like a 24-year-old hooman. Momma and Poppa’s Oldest Grandson is about that old, and he doesn’t jump on the furniture and grab Momma’s ankles when she goes past him.
Momma boughted me a new scratching pad for my birfday, but I don’t like it. Scratching pads are dumb. Wif all the furniture all over the house, why do I need a scratching pad? But she puts catnip on it to try to get me to use it, and I like catnip.
Dis my faborite toy right now. Momma calls him Wormy. #3 Daughter gibbed him to me and I love him so much!
So Momma frew away the spring, just ’cause I scratched my nose on it. And she was like, “You’ll break off a piece and swallow it, and then what?” I wanted to find out, but she wouldn’t let me.
But I still had a good birfday.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Write about your faborite toy.