Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I didn’t bite Momma once this week! I grabbeded at her ankles a bunch, but I didn’t bite.
Momma says there’s a surprise coming in just a few days. She says it isn’t for me, but ebbything is for me, isn’t it? Ebbything belongs to the cat, right? I wonder what it is. Maybe my sister #4 Daughter, is bringing her chinchilly to visit again. I don’t get to play with the chinchilly, but I can smell her under the door and on Momma when she comes out of the special cold chinchilly room.
Anyway, I’ve just been taking it easy, enjoying the breezes in the cool nights. It’s funny when it’s hot in the day and cool in the night. I like it most when it’s hot, but I like the breezes from outside when it’s cool.
Momma tookeded this picture of me relaxing on the shelf that they had to take ebbything off of because I like to stretch out on it. Like I said: Ebbything belongs to the cat. Momma putted a tag under the picture, but I don’t know what it means. It prolly means “The cat is beautiful.”
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS FROM TIPPER: What do you think my surprise is?