Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? Chickie’s in jail!
She was bezing so bad: Getting on the table alla time, when Momma and Poppa were right there! Everybody knows you’re only allowed on the table when no hoomans are watching.
[Momma: Say what?]
Anyways, she was messing with stuff, and knocking stuff over, and trying to get outside, and just stuff!
So night before last, Poppa made her go upstairs with him and yesterday morning he brought her down in her carrier. Then Momma put her in the car and drove off and came home without her. Then they went to wherever she was and brought her back, and she acted funny and smelled funny and had a funny thing around her neck so she can’t bite or play. And they took her upstairs and she’s not allowed to come down!
Momma said Chickie had “her big girl operation,” so maybe they had the badness cut out or something. I don’t know how long she’ll be in jail, but I’m kind of lonely.
And I’m kind of not.
Before she left, she was bezing so bad I tried to hide out. Momma has this desky thing for her laptop:
The top goes down and comes up. She said Dan would like to see the hardware, so I took a close-up.
I hid out inside the inside part, that’s kind of like a box when the top is off.
But Chickie found me.
Poppa says he hopes Chickie’s Big Girl Operation calms her down a little. I hope so, too! Just a little.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Have you had your big girl (or big boy) operation yet? Do you think you will? Would you like to?