Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what?
That raccoon cat is still hanging around. He hasn’t dug up Momma’s potatoes since Momma and #4 Sister scattered Jalapeno seeds around them, but he still goes back and forth from under the porch to the balcony of the old playhouse.
Meanwhile, inside, I’ve been working really hard to make Momma happy.
I heard her talking about magicians or musicians or somefing like that, and she said, “They play so beautifully!” So I got one of my meecies and played as beautiful as I could.
Momma likes it when I sleep on my paw. She always says, “Is that your favorite foot, Tipper? Is that foot your favorite one?” She’s so silly! I sleep on whatever foot is handy. Or footy.
She likes it when cats turn our heads upside down, and when we stretch out our toebeans, and when we show our bellies, and when we wave our tails, and when we curl our paws, so I did all of them at once. She did like it!
It’s hard work, making Momma happy these days, but it’s worth the hard work.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: How do you cheer your hooman up?