HELLO! My name is CHICKIE!
Yesterday would have been Poppy’s 87th birthday. All my hooman sisters would have come over and brought him presents. Mommy would have made him bean soup and corn bread, because that was his favorite food.
What happened this yesterday was that two of the hooman sisters came over Mommy made bean soup and corn bread for them and they remembered Poppy and laughed and cried.
I remember Poppy, too. This is me on his bed the other day.
I’ve been being good for Mommy. She didn’t like it when I pulled her flat toy out of the book she had it stuck in. So, when I found another flat toy stuck in another book, I didn’t pull it out. I just bit the toy part off.
The rest of the flat thing is still in Mommy’s book, where she seems to want it, even though she can’t make her mind up where she wants it. Every day, she moves it to a different place.
That’s a picture of Poppy. #4 Hooman Sister took that picture, when he snuck into a place with her to research some anthropologizing she was doing for school. She thought it was funny, taking his picture in front of this hooman sign.
Now I’ll tell you a secret: Mommy thinks she tricked me about something. She put a way soft blanket on her bed. It’s a blanket that cats like. It’s all picked up, because this old cat she used to have, Amidala, made biscuits on it and picked it all up. So Mommy put it on her bed to lure me onto it. Then she sleeps under it. She thinks she’s tricking me into snuggling her.
The secret is: She’s not tricking me. I’m snuggling her on purpose. I miss my Poppy, but I love my Mommy, too!
p.s. Tipper says hi. He’s been a very sleepy boy this week, maybe because it’s been cooler. Anyway, he says to tell you hi.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you have a blanket you love to pieces?