Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I was naughty this week, but Sweetie Pie was more worserer.
I went up in the attic when Poppa didn’t know it, and hidded when he went back down. When Momma came home and couldn’t find me, she went around the house calling for me. I almost always come to her when she calls, but I couldn’t!
When I tried to find a way out wifout getting caught, I clawed out some insulation and went into this running place that goes all along the outside of the house. I could smell the fresh air, but I couldn’t get to it! I ran back and forf, and Poppa said he thought he heard me romping inna hall. When Momma came looking, I mewed and mewed and tried to get out. All it did was bulge down, but Momma could see my face, and Poppa went up and got me out.
Now he calls me Soffit Cat.
I tried to make it up to Momma by helping her edit her story.
Then Sweetie Pie sneakded out of her house and wouldn’t come back when Momma called! She stayed out for two whole hours! That worried Momma and Poppa, because Granny doesn’t like for Sweetie Pie to be outside. Finally, Momma sneakded up on her and carried her back in.
Then Momma went away for a whole three days! I missed her so much! Poppa took care of me, but I missed my Momma. I got up in her lap and wouldn’t get off.
I just sat there and purred and purred and purred.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Did you ever get shut up somewhere and you couldn’t get out?