Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I found out what the surprise is that Momma said was coming.
Momma and Poppa have been walking up to my hooman sister #1 Daughter’s house every day at least once. They come back smelling like other cats. Well, all my hooman sisters have cats (except for #4 Daughter, who has a chinchilly), so that didn’t bother me much.
Then one day they came home and smelled really lots like another cat. They went into one of the upstairs bedrooms and closed the door. Then they stopped walking up to #1 Daughter’s, and they went into that bedroom and wouldn’t let me in and they still smelled like another cat!
Finally, Momma came out of that bedroom with the go-to-the-vet carrier, and showed me the surprise. She said her name is Chickie.
I should have known!
Momma made this cool toy, and then it disappeared!
Momma showed me pictures, and the dumb kitten didn’t even know which end to play with!
But she learned.
And my good tunnel disappeared!
I wanted to go in and really meet her, so Momma let me in.
Chickie is fierce!
I like her, though.
P.S. Her name is Chickie, but I think it ought to be belosiwapter.
P.P.S. Momma says I’ve been writing too baby-talk-y. She says I’m a big boy now and I hafta write more grown-uppy. I just wanted her to love me best when she was so sad about Daisy-kitten dying. She says she loves me as much big as she loves kittens little. So I guess it’s safe for me to be big. What do you think?
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you think hoomans love big cats as much as they love baby kittens?