Tipper’s Kittenhood #Caturday

Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen.

I kind of feel like I’m home, now, so I fort I’d think about how I got here.

First, Finder Man found me by a pond or a lake or an ocean. It was big and wet, anyway. I was old enough to be away from my mother, but I was still only little. I don’t remember my mother or how I got out into the middle of outside.

Finder Man has an inside dog and outside cats, so he took me home and put me in the barn. But the outside cats didn’t like me! They were so mean to me!

So Finder Man gave me to his daughter. She had two little boys and they all loved me. They liked to play, but they didn’t play mean. They taught me to play nice and snuggle. But that mom was lergic to cats! So they had to give me back to Finder Man and Mrs. Finder Man. I liked it there, too. I didn’t get snuggled so much, but I liked to play with the dog. But the dog didn’t like it, ’cause I could out-wrestle her!

The next thing I knew, Finder Man put me in a carrier and brought me here. I was pretty scared and upset. I didn’t know if bad cats would be mean to me, or what! I could smell cats here, but I couldn’t see any, and that made me nervous.

Before too long, though, I found out that the lady here used to have cats, but they all got old and died full of love. And she smells like fresh cat because she helps take care of her mom’s cat, my Aunt Sweetie Pie.

So now the lady and man here are my Momma and Poppa. They both like me, and help me play. I can even be silly, if I feel like it, because I feel safe.

Here are some of my play-babies.

Here’s one Momma tooked away from me.

She tooked the pink one away. She didn’t know cats can get string in their froats and can’t get it out. When she found out, she tooked it away so I would be safe.

Momma plays Red Dot wif me, too. Poppa says it’s mean, ’cause I can’t ever really catch it, but I know it’s just a game. I know the Red Dot comes out of a thing Momma holds in her hand. When I want to play Red Dot, I go over to where she keeps the thing and ask her to turn it on. It’s so fun!

Here is a picture of me being silly.

Dead cat! Deaaaaaaaad from the haaaaaaapy!

Here’s another one.

I’m a fish! Momma sings, “They call him Tipper! Tipper! Faster than lightning! No one you see is smarter than he!”

Snuggling is so relaxing!

I hope I get to stay here forebber!

A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Did you ever get scared?




You may also like...

One thought on “Tipper’s Kittenhood #Caturday

  1. Dan

    February 18, 2017 at 7:29am

    We should all be safe enough to be silly, and loved enough to be safe πŸ™‚

    Permalink  ⋅ Reply
  2. Jane

    February 18, 2017 at 10:38am

    Oh, the happy!

    Tipper is very photogenic. ANd really knows how to mix up his poses!

    Permalink  ⋅ Reply
    • Marian Allen

      February 18, 2017 at 12:22pm

      He’s all worn out right now, after a prolonged battle with a green wormy-springy-thing and a pen from Poppa’s desk. How the pen got onto the floor, nobody can say.

      Permalink  ⋅ Reply
  3. A.C.Flory

    February 18, 2017 at 5:18pm

    I’m so glad the Finder Man finally found you a forever home, Tipper. You remind me of my Golli. He’s very black and you’re very white, but you’re both very snuggly. -big hugs-

    Permalink  ⋅ Reply
    • Marian Allen

      February 19, 2017 at 11:22am

      Tipper is a good snuggler. I keep hoping he sneak into bed and snuggle me while I’m sleeping, but so far, no. My old cat, Tiffany, used to purr me to sleep. πŸ™‚

      Permalink  ⋅ Reply
  4. Joey

    February 19, 2017 at 9:36pm

    Oh I think I’m in love. He’s such a good boy!
    The string stories are scary. Especially with kittens. I’m glad you keep him safe πŸ™‚

    Permalink  ⋅ Reply
    • Marian Allen

      February 20, 2017 at 8:48am

      He’s a very good boy! We really got lucky with him. Even Charlie likes him, and he usually barely tolerates animals. Including humans, now that I think of it. heh

      Permalink  ⋅ Reply

Leave a Reply, If You Ple-az

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.