Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? Momma brought that meanie Sweetie Pie back from Granny’s house, but I showed her who’s boss around here!
IT’S ME!
Momma made Sweetie Pie stay in the bedroom for a whole week because of how mean she was to me when she was here before. Then Momma opened the bedroom door and let Sweetie Pie out. She thought she was gonna be mean to me again, but I’m a big boy now, and I told her I wasn’t gonna take it anymore!
When she comes out of the bedroom, I chase her behind the couch. But then she goes back into the bedroom, and I leave her alone in there. She’s old and grumpy, so all she does is sleep all the time. BO-ring!
I sleep, too, but only after I played red-dot forebber and ebber.
Wears me out!
Sweetie Pie has to have her litter box and her food and her water in the bedroom, too. Mine are in the baseump. That’s the bestest place. I get feeded up on a frone, like a king! King Tipper, dat’s me!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Where do you get feeded?
TA
Dan Antion
April 21, 2018 at 7:44amKing Tipper – thst does sound nice. I hope Sweety Pie (how did she get that name) warms up to you at some point. It might be nice to have someone to play with nod and then.
Marian Allen
April 21, 2018 at 8:13amMom had a computer game in which one adopted cats, fed them, dressed them, chose toys, and watched them play. These are cartoon cats on the computer, you understand. She adopted two and named them Sweetie Pie and Honey Bun. Then, when she got a real female calico kitten, she named her Sweetie Pie after the cat in her game. When she got a secondhand real male marmalade, I just barely managed to persuade her not to rename him Honey Bun. Sweetie Pie is wonderfully sweet, except where other cats are concerned.
Pete Laberge
April 21, 2018 at 11:45amI eats meow diner at my comtuper desk.
Buddy eats down the satairs from the aluminum plate.
I am not a spammmer, but sometimes, we eats some. It is gooood!
Marian Allen
April 21, 2018 at 7:24pmLOL!!!
acflory
April 21, 2018 at 4:54pmlol – I wondered how things would turn out. One of my boys disappeared for two weeks. When the prodigal returned, his litter mate either didn’t recognize him or simply saw him as stranger-danger. They’ve been at odds ever since, but at least the kitchen [feeding zone] has become neutral territory. Or should I say, it’s /my/ territory….”Boys! Don’t you dare…grrr”
In time, Tipper may come to enjoy having a companion, even if she’s a reluctant one.
-hugs-
Marian Allen
April 21, 2018 at 7:26pmI hope your boys remember each other. And I hope Tipper and Sweetie Pie can learn to coexist. At the moment, I’m just grateful they divide the territory instead of always fighting over all of it. -hugs back-
acflory
April 22, 2018 at 6:41am‘I’m just grateful they divide the territory instead of always fighting over all of it.’
Yes, you’re very lucky. My boys want it all. Gets tricky but I wouldn’t be without either of them. 🙂
joey
April 22, 2018 at 7:46pmIt’s nice Tipper isn’t gonna take her crap anymore, poor dear all sequestered, she’s gotta mind her manners.
We’ve had the dog for 7 years, and it’s only during this last winter that Catticus has decided the dog isn’t trying to eat him. I feel like Tipper and Sweetie Pie will get there in fewer than seven years.
Marian Allen
April 23, 2018 at 8:17amTipper’s getting downright devilish, though. The tables are totally turned! He is NOT showing grace in victory. I hope you’re right, that they don’t spend the next seven years turning the air blue with cat curses.
joey
April 25, 2018 at 9:35amI hope so, too.
I no longer receive the replies to my comments, so if it’s okay, I’ll just be stalking you now and again. No spam, though, I promise!