Chickie Smells a Bat #Caturday WARNING: CONTAINS #BAT

HELLO! My name is CHICKIE! This week, Mommy and Poppy had the ambenture, not Tipper or me.

Mommy got up one morning and took a baf, where she gets all wet on purpose, and then she went WHOOP! and ran out of the bafroom and slammed the door.

Mommy? Where’s your fur?
(dramatic recreation)

She told Poppy “There’s a bat in the bathroom! Poor thing, I scared it to death; it was flying back and forth and back and forth.”

He went in. I tried to go in too.

I smell a strange cat.
(dramatic recreation)

Mommy put Tipper and me out of the bedroom and closed the door, but Mommy told me what happened: They looked high and didn’t find the bat. They looked in the middle and didn’t find it. Mommy got some of her fur and shook it out and put it on. She looks funny without her fur. They looked low and didn’t find the bat. They took all of Mommy’s clothes off the rack and looked behind them and under them.

Then Mommy decided to move the waste paper basket to look behind my water toy, where Mommy and Poppy make a whirlpool for me to watch, and Tipper and I could hear her say, “Found it!

The next thing I knew, Poppy was carrying the basket upstairs with a net over the top of it. Tipper and I helped.

Poppy tipped the basket out onto the little balcony while Mommy got in my way so I couldn’t go out to help. I bet Poppy was mad about that. He came in and askidentally shut the door, so I couldn’t go imbestigate that funny little cat out there.

Mommy says this kind of cat is called a bat.

It didn’t move for a while, and I got bored and started a wrestling match with Tipper, but Mommy showed me her pictures and told me what happened.

The bat let go of the paper and crawled back toward the slidey door. Then it crawled up the screen.

When it got to the top, it turned around, head down.

Then it flewed away.

I’m glad it flewed away. I don’t want another cat in the house. A flying one might be fun to play with, though. And maybe it would give me rides, when it got big. I think I’ll ask Poppy for one. No, ’cause he might like it more than he likes me, and that would make me sad.

I’m glad the bat-cat flewed away.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Did you ever see a flying animal that wasn’t a bird?

CA

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One thought on “Chickie Smells a Bat #Caturday WARNING: CONTAINS #BAT

  1. acflory
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    July 28, 2019 at 7:36am

    Nothing like having two helpful cats during a bat hunt! 😀 Great recreations, Chickie. Good job. 🙂

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  2. Joanne Sisco

    July 28, 2019 at 9:29am

    A bat in the bathroom when I’m having a bath would be high drama! Yikes! Glad you found it before one of the cats!! That would have been another kind of high drama!

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