Tipper: Say hi or hello or something!
Tipper: You don’t have to yell!
Tipper: Tell them your name.
I’m Chickie! Dat’s my name! My name is Chickie!
Tipper: Tell them how old you are.
Tipper: Tell them your life story.
I was bornded outside wif two stinky brudders. I have a cat mudder and a big sister and a buncha big nieceses and nepews. My borned-wif-me brudders got bigger than me and pushed me away from the food and played way too rough. I stayed under the porch a lot. I comeded out when Nice Lady and Nice Man comed to visit us, though. And when my bestest big nepew, Boone, tookeded care of me.
I don’t know my cat fadder, but we had Daddy Simon, that my cat mudder said can’t be a daddy, but he tookeded care of all of us and ebbybody lubs him.
So I was beat up and hungry, but then guess what! Guess what!
Tipper: Tell them!
Nice Lady and Nice Man tookeded me home wif dem and now dey’re my Mommy and Poppy!
Tipper: I call them Momma and Poppa.
I will try to say dat. But now go away and let me talk to de peoples. Rawr!
Okay, so what next? Um….
Um, so yeah, so Mommy and Poppy tookeded me to the vet. They giveded me a teddy bear to come wif me.
I am healfy. I hab to take medicine to make me stronger, but I’m pretty strong awreddy! Watch me beat up dis kick-baby!
Mommy giveded me a house that she said used to belong to a cat named Sweetie Pie. I don’ like it.
I likea sleep onna bed, under dis blankie.
Dis scratchy fing is de mostest fun!
I lub Mommy, but I lub Poppy more. He’s my pecial hooman.
Tipper: You mean special. Momma is my special hooman.
Dat’s okay, ’cause Poppy is mine.
I help him look at his pictures he made a long time ago. Dey’re black and white, like me!
I was all shut up inna one room for days and days. Den one day, Poppy let me out, because I’m really really big now! An’ I went downa stairs! See how big I am?
An’ my new brudder Tipper was down there!
Mommy and Poppy were afraid he would play too rough wif me, so dey made me go back upstairs. But I’m not afraid! I got in my fort under de chair and smacked him when he stuck his face it. Ha! Take dat! Rawr!
Tipper: I can’t help it I’m bigger and stronger! Don’t play rough with me and I won’t play rough with you!
You’re apposeda play nice wif a liddle one! Mommy and Poppy said so!
[Momma: PLAY NICE!]
[Momma: BOTH OF YOU!]
I like Poppy better.
Tipper: Give them a writing prompt.
Tipper: Something to write about. Like you just did.
PROPT PROMPT FOR AMINALS ANIMALS: Write about being fierce!
Dan AntionAugust 11, 2018 at 7:20am
Welcome Chickie. MiMi and MuMu day black and white cats are the best. No offense Tipper, they call ‘em as they see ‘em.
Marian AllenAugust 11, 2018 at 9:16am
‘Member when Tipper was a black and white cat? He used to have a black streak down the middle of his head, like a Mohawk, but it went away!
Alicia Butcher EhrhardtAugust 11, 2018 at 4:19pm
You nailed it. What a cutie – and there is nothing like watching kittens.
Marian AllenAugust 12, 2018 at 8:00am
We don’t exactly WATCH Chickie; watching Chickie play is definitely a participatory sport. “Hey, you be a mountain, ‘kay, an’ I climb you LIKE DIS!”
acfloryAugust 11, 2018 at 8:20pm
-grin- So little! And so feisty. Watch out, Tipper, that little one is going to rule the roost soon..if not already. 😉
Marian AllenAugust 12, 2018 at 8:00am
She chased him out of my office yesterday. We have to keep them separated for fear she’ll aggravate him until he slays her.
acfloryAugust 12, 2018 at 7:57pm
lol – poor Tipper. It’s not easy going from an only child to being bullied by something 1/4? his size. Maybe Poppa could start carrying her around in his pocket or something?
Marian AllenAugust 13, 2018 at 10:01am
She would definitely fit in Poppa’s shirt pocket, but she definitely wouldn’t stay there! She’s perpetual motion until she wears herself out. lol
joeyAugust 12, 2018 at 10:45am
God bless Charlie and Chickie <3 That's precious.
DIS MANY WEEKS! Omaword, I had to share that with the fam!
Marian AllenAugust 12, 2018 at 1:59pm
They are SO CUTE together!