Hi, there! My name is Tipper Allen, and guess what? I had to go to the vet, and I got in trouble, and I had a birfday, all in this one week!
I sure didn’t want to get in my cat carrier. The last time I got put in a carrier, I was taken away from my home and put in a new place. I really like it here with Momma and Poppa, and I didn’t want to go somewhere else. And the time before that, Finder Man took me to the vet and they cut my man parts off. What were they going to do to me, now????
Well, they poked me and they squished me, and they looked at my teef and my ears and my bottom. They took blood out and they squirted stuff in. Momma says I’m safe from fleas and ticks and heartworms and stuff for six months, and I’m healthy and strong.
And then Poppa found out I got trapped upstairs a couple of times and had to use the beds as emergency litterboxes, and he got mad at me.
So the next day was my one year birfday, and Momma said she wasn’t going to give me all of my presents, because I was naughty.
She gave me this one, though:
That’s Mr. CrinkleGuy. I love him!
And yesterday, she gave me this one.
It says, “Insert treats or catnip to extend play time.” Momma chose these.
I approve! They are SO GOOD! And the Kong is fun to play with, too, especially once I figured out I needed to pick it up by the little end and bat it with my paw, and the treats would fall out.
I hope I don’t have to go to the vet or don’t get in trouble next week. I wouldn’t say no to another birfday, though!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Have you ever used something you shouldn’t have for a litterbox?