Tipper Goes Asploring #Caturday #SorryNotSorry #TipperAndChickie

Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I got out! Nobody knows how I did it, and I’m not telling. πŸ˜€

Momma looked up from her gombuter where she types stuff, and there I was, outside. So she ran out, but she stopped to take a picture of me, and I ran away.

I was out front, looking for this guy that I saw out of the front window.

Then I went around back to look for this guy that I saw out the back window.

But I couldn’t find either one of them. Then I went through the woods to visit “Li’l Rock”–Juniper–but nobody was out but her barky dog brother, so I came back.

Momma was calling and calling, but I’m a big three years old, and I don’t come when my Momma calls, so I was like this:

Oh, do I hear something?

Then Chickie stood up at the screen door and started yelling, “Tipper! Tipper! Heeelllppppp!” So I ran to help her.

I’m coming! Hang on, Chickie! I’m coming!

When I got there and asked what was wrong, she said, “You’re outside, and I’m not.”

I hissed at her, and Momma picked me up and brought me back inside. Then Chickie hissed at me and then she tried to smell up all my outside smells. Then she tried to tell me what to do and I ignored her.

No going out, Tipper! No, no, no!
I’m not listening.

It was a good ambenture, even if I didn’t catch a deer-cat or a raccoon-cat. Momma says I’m lucky I didn’t tangle with the snake-cat that lives under the porch.

#SorryNotSorry

A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What do you look for when you go out? If you never go out, what would you look for if you did go out?

TA

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  1. So cute, Chickie crying Tipper back inside! I’m so glad Snake Cat was not asplored!
    Our beasts haven’t even been trying to get out, because it’s not warm and sunny.
    When we left for dinner last night, it was raining. I held the door open as the kids slowly emerged one by one. I kept my eye on Cletus, who might would think I held the door for him, too, but he just washed his face as he watched us leave.

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  2. acflory
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    June 23, 2019 at 7:44am

    Eeek! There’s a snake-cat under the porch???? And you leave it there????

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      • Joanne Sisco

        June 26, 2019 at 7:22am

        Worse! You have poisonous snakes too?!!

        Every once in a while I’m given reasons to prefer living in the north! I don’t even like worms 😳

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        • Marian Allen
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          June 26, 2019 at 7:43am

          We do have poisonous snakes, too. I sowwy. ~hangs head in shame~ Fortunately, unless they’re cornered and threatened, snakes be like, “Even if I killed that monster, it would take me more time than the good Lord grants me to eat the damn thing. I’m blowing this Popsicle stand.” Mind you, if I see a venomous one pointing my way, I still freak a li’l. On the plus side, our venomous ones are big enough to see, not like those nasty little kraits of India that hide in the dust and giggle insanely while they wait for you to step on them. So there’s that.
          Marian Allen would love to share..Getting There #1LinerWedsMy Profile

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          • Joanne Sisco

            June 27, 2019 at 8:15am

            Out of this discussion on poisonous snakes {fingers in ears – lalalalalalala!} what I gleaned was the comment “I’m blowing this Popsicle stand”. hehehe! Besides myself, I haven’t heard anyone use this expression in a looooong time! πŸ˜†

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