Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I only bited Momma one time this week! And I let her cut my claws and that wasn’t when I bited her. I was just playing, but it blooded her a little. I was sorry.
Guess what else? I got fleas! Momma says that’s what I get for sneaking outside and running around from the back door to the front door. Poppa askidentally let me out and then he let me back in. He was scared I would still be out when Momma came home, but I came in before that.
Momma brought a buzzy flea comb from Sweetie Pie’s house. Momma says Sweetie Pie loves it, but I hate it. I won’t have it. Merrrrowww! (That’s Cat for NO WAY!) For one thing, it’s called an Epilady Flea Zapper, and I’m a BOY CAT! I would need one called an EpiBOY Flea Zapper. I hate it, anyway, because it goes Zzzzzzzzzzz and it tingles my fur. Ugh! Momma says Sweetie Pie begs to be combed with it!
But this is a post about sitting. Momma says most cats like to sit in boxes and bags. I don’t like boxes and bags.
But I do like this box. I love this box! I sit here while Momma “sets up the coffee for the morning,” whatever that means, or when she’s cooking and stuff. Momma calls it “the bibery.” She says when my sister, #4 Daughter, was little, she would sit there while Momma cooked and would look at books. #4 Daughter called it the bibery; Momma says that’s how #4 Daughter said “library.”
There wasn’t a box or a bag there, then. That was before there was a place in town to recycle newspaper (the box) and scrap paper (the bag). #4 Daughter sat on a pillow, Momma says, or, the way #4 Daughter said it, a “piyyow.” It would be fun if she could sit here wif me now.
Another place I like to sit is on the backuhdecouch. Sometimes I sit on the backuhdecouch where Momma sits, and sometimes I sit on the backuhdecouch where Poppa sits. This is Poppa’s backuhdecouch.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Where do you like to sit?