Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I habben’t had any new toys in like a hunnert years! I mean, besides the one Momma boughted me a few weeks ago.
Poppa says we’re knee-deep in cat toys, but I already beat all of them in mortal combat, so they’re no fun. And Momma gets mad when I try to beat up her arm. I can’t help it if I’m a big, tough, strong man cat! [Note from MA: Neutered, just so you know. Be a responsible pet owner.]
What are you tellin’ dem, Momma? You told me it’s not polite to whisper in front of other people.
Momma says she’s telling you I’m an extra-special good man cat, but she didn’t want me to get conceited. I don’t know what dat means, but if it’s bad I don’t want any, so thank you, Momma, for not letting me get it.
So here I am, a poor, good kitty — I mean man cat — wif no new toys. Do I whine? Or pout? Do I pee in people’s shoes?
I find my own new toys!
Dis one is the best! It’s wriggley and flubbley and scrootches around and flips inna air! But Momma takes them away from me every time I play wif one. Seems like rubber bands are bad for kitties. But I’m not scared! I will fight wif any rubber band I find!
Dis one is always onna table by where Momma sits, so I can always get it. Momma says it’s lip balm, but it’s really a fun toy. It’s round one way and flat the other way, so you never know how it’ll go when you cuff it. Momma plays along by picking it up where I leave it and putting it back where I can find it again. She’s so fun!
Momma says I might get something new to play wif “in a week or so”. I wonder what fun toy she’s gonna bring me next?
My Momma is posting today at The Write Type about motives for murder. Wonder what made her think about that?
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you ever make your own toys out of stuff you find around the house? Do you ever get in trouble about it?