Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I had a birthday! Momma doesn’t know what day I was really born, because I got found by a pond when I was just a baby. But Finder Man took me to the vet, and she said about how many weeks I was (not many!) and Momma counted back from there.
She said I brought her back to life after her Katya cat died, so my birthday would be March 21, the first day of Spring.
Here’s how I celebrated.
Momma and Poppa’s #1 Daughter walked over to visit, and Chickie’s relatives all followed her.
I went and hid, because I don’t like other cats. I was NOT afraid that Chickie would go back to her kitten home with them. NOT afraid of that AT ALL!
And guess what? Chickie went and hid, too!
So I had a good birthday. Momma got me a special chicken treat, and gave it to me all by myself, so I wouldn’t have to gobble it before Chickie could take it away from me.
It’s true, she does that, but she’s turning out to be my bestest cat friend ever.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you have a best animal friend?