Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? Chickie isn’t the only helper around here. I help, too!
The other day, Momma and Poppa had guests, so Momma ran the vacuum and dusted. She picked up all our toys and put them in one place. And I helped by aspecting everything.
Did she get all the dust?
Did she suck up all the dust bunnies?
Good job, Momma!
Oh, guess what else? Chickie claims she’s a magical cat, and that she magicked Momma’s car to have trouble! Momma was taking Chickie to the V-E-T, which is a secret language that means, “going someplace where they poke you and stuff.” But when Momma pulled the car out of the driveway, it made awful noises and Momma came back. I heard the awful noise when she pulled into the garage.
So Poppa said, “Let poor Chickie out of the carrier and see if you can change the appointment.” So Momma did. Then Poppa pulled the car out of the garage to drive it himself. It made a BIG PROING!!!! noise and then it didn’t make any more awful noises, but ran like it’s appoza do. So Chickie said she did it with magic.
Later, Momma said, “Oh! I remember that noise, now! The last time that happened, I took it to the shop and they found a tiny piece of gravel in the brake lining or something. I’ll bet that’s what it was this time, and it popped itself free when you backed out!”
Then Chickie said that was her magic: that she put the piece of gravel in and then made it pop out.
I don’t believe her, do you? I think she’s just trying to be top cat. But she can’t be. That’s still me. I’m the one that sits in Momma’s lap.
And my place is still on toppada couch.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you ever do magic on your hoomans?