Hi, I’m Tippy, and I’m beauuuuuuuutiful.
I live with my hooman mom. She had to go away for a few days, so she got Aunt Marian to sit with me. She must be a professional, ’cause I never saw anybody sit as much as she does!
First, I showed her that I eat on the counter, and my food is in the cabinet and in the refrigerator. The cold stuff gets warmed up, of course!
I tried to teach her how to walk sinuously, but she just sat.
She tried to get me to play, but I wanted her to know I was just as good a sitter as she was.
I missed my mom.
All night, I would go up and pat her to see if she had turned into my mom. It was always Aunt Marian, though.
Next day, I was like, “Are you Mom yet?”
FINALLY, Mom came home! Aunt Marian is okay, but she doesn’t move much. My real mom is a lot more interesting!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you like having a sitter, or would you rather wait alone for your real hooman?
MA for Tippy