Tipper At Ease #Caturday

Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I didn’t bite Momma once this week! I grabbeded at her ankles a bunch, but I didn’t bite.

Momma says there’s a surprise coming in just a few days. She says it isn’t for me, but ebbything is for me, isn’t it? Ebbything belongs to the cat, right? I wonder what it is. Maybe my sister #4 Daughter, is bringing her chinchilly to visit again. I don’t get to play with the chinchilly, but I can smell her under the door and on Momma when she comes out of the special cold chinchilly room.

Anyway, I’ve just been taking it easy, enjoying the breezes in the cool nights. It’s funny when it’s hot in the day and cool in the night. I like it most when it’s hot, but I like the breezes from outside when it’s cool.

Momma tookeded this picture of me relaxing on the shelf that they had to take ebbything off of because I like to stretch out on it. Like I said: Ebbything belongs to the cat. Momma putted a tag under the picture, but I don’t know what it means. It prolly means “The cat is beautiful.”

Draw me like one of your French girls.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS FROM TIPPER: What do you think my surprise is?



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One thought on “Tipper At Ease #Caturday

  1. Dan Antion

    July 28, 2018 at 7:54am

    I hope the surprise is to your liking, Tipper. Everything here seems to belong to the cats.

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  2. Alicia Butcher Ehrhardt

    July 28, 2018 at 4:10pm

    Wouldn’t it be fun to be as self-centered as a cat, even just for a while?

    I think very rich people’s children (and sometimes spouses) manage it, as if they had earned the right by birth.

    But domestic cats wouldn’t still exist – the lazy langorous beasts – if there weren’t something attractive in catering (cattering?) to them, since we can’t BE them.

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    • Marian Allen

      July 29, 2018 at 10:30am

      Oh, Alicia, I know plenty of people of all economic brackets who are at the cat end of the self-centered continuum (the other end of the self-centered continuum, of course, is the dog end). Come to think of it, I’ve known several cats who were closer to the dog end than the cat end. Sweetie Pie, Mom’s cat, was the cat end benchmark. Alexander Russianpants, #4 Daughter’s cat, was closer to doggish. I like their attitude (cattitude?): It helps keep me from thinking I’m the warm little center of the universe, when it’s clearly the cat.

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  3. pm laberge

    July 28, 2018 at 9:30pm

    This matter: Ebbything belongs to the cat, right?
    Was settled in the year 2015 BC at the Felinic Council, in Egypt.

    And Buddy says Tipper is right. Buddy is a cat, and therefore not prejudiced in these matters.

    Buddy owns dad.
    Dad owns the stuff.
    Buddy owns the stuff.

    This is pure logic, you see.
    Cats have a great deal of difficulty in being wrong.

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      • pm laberge

        July 29, 2018 at 5:42pm

        That is how they are. Grayling, the Harp Twin’s cat (GOOGLE! Great Harp Instrumental music!) feels the same. “And I, for one, welcome our new feline overlords.” — Kent Brockman!

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  4. joey

    July 28, 2018 at 10:55pm

    Cats lie as they please. Fortunately mine have a minimalist mama who likes her clean and clear surfaces, but for cryin out loud, the cat hair! šŸ˜›
    We have enjoyed these cooler evenings, too. It’s so nice when the nights are in the 60s.
    I hope Tipper gets to enjoy the box, even if what’s inside isn’t for him.

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    • Marian Allen

      July 29, 2018 at 10:35am

      It did not come inside a box. It was not bagels, was not lox. It came last night and is upstairs. It makes a noise and it sheds hairs.

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  5. acflory

    July 29, 2018 at 5:41am

    You’re right Tipper – it says ‘what a handsome cat!’ šŸ˜€

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