Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I got out! Nobody knows how I did it, and I’m not telling. 😀
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:
Then Chickie stood up at the screen door and started yelling, “Tipper! Tipper! Heeelllppppp!” So I ran to help her.
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.
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.
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?