Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? That raccoon-cat who lives under the porch was up on the balcony of #1 Hooman Sister’s playhouse! He was running back and forth like he owned it! I was so mad!
Momma said the kids were all grown up and nobody played in it, anyway, so the raccoon might as well.
So we went into the bedroom. The sheets were off the bed, so I got busy and rubbed some hairs on the mattress to make it more comfortable for Momma.
Momma said, “How do you expect me to put the clean sheets on with a cat on the bed? Hmmm?”
I said, “I’ll help, Momma!”
She put the bottom sheet on, and I put some good wrinkles in it for her.
OF COURSE, Chickie had to get in on the act! She can be so pesty!
Chickie: I’m a helper girl!
Pest. Always has to be into everything. Granny would have called her a “nosebox”.
I told her, “No! I’M helping Momma!”
But she kept helping, anyway. So we both helped.
After Chickie went off to pest someplace else, Momma and I took a nap.
I love my Momma.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you like other animals to help you do things?