Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? Anudder fing has imbaded my howse!
Poppa came in last Toosday and said, “Look what I found in the shed.”
It was dis fing!
Poppa looked for a nest of other ones or for a momma one, but he couldn’t find them. My #1 hooman Sister from next door looked, too, but she couldn’t find them. Poppa tooked it back out in case its momma came for it, but she never did. So my momma went out and boughted it a bottle and some baby food like babies eat and Poppa broughted it back in.
It sucked onna eyedropper anna bottle like a baby, and went to sleep.
Poppa fed it. Poppa! He’s alla time saying how cats are pests and everyfing! But look!
Momma asked me what I thought about it, and I told her.
But Poppa luuuuuuuuuuuves the stinky fing, even though it doesn’t even have a name, cause it’s a smelly baby.
Momma says I’m a big man cat now, and I can ignore it or I can be nice to it like Poppa is because it’s just a baby and I’m a big strong man cat. She says it’s Poppa’s baby and I’ll always be her one.
I fink it would be nice if I builded it a howse of its own.
So I guess I’m stuck wif it for now. Momma says she finks it’s a girl, like Sweetie Pie. I don’t care. I’m still not scared of it.
p.s. Momma wants me to tell you that Story A Day May is cebetrating the May stories this weekend.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Did you ever have a smelly baby in your howse?