Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I got bored because Chickie couldn’t play, and I went on an ambenture!
Poppa opened the back door, and I ran out. I wouldn’t let him catch me. I hopped off the porch and hid under it.
Under-the-porch smells like all kindsa cat animals: cat cats, possum cats, raccoon cats, turtle cats, and a little bit like skunk cats. Momma was at a meeting or somefing, so I got to play and sniff for a long time.
Then Momma came home and called and called. When Momma calls me, I can ignore her for a little bit, but I end up haffin’ to come to her. I don’t know why, I just do.
O’ course, I couldn’t just come in, but I stayed still so she could pick me up and bring me in.
And where was Chickie? On Poppa’s lap, trying to look cute.
She got her cone off yesterday, and we played until she wore herself out. I’m glad to have my sister back!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you come when your hooman calls?