Chickie Says No #Caturday #TipperAndChickie

HELLO! My name is CHICKIE!

The other day, I went to lounge on Mommy’s bed, and I found my brudder, Tipper, there, kind of crying, sort of.

TIPPER: I’m a big man cat! I don’t cry, not even kind of sort of!

Well, it looked like he was crying.

I asked him what was wrong, and he said, “Oh, you might as well see. Come on!”

So he took me into the front room and jumped into the window and I got on the back of the rocky chair.

Boone was outside again! Boone is either my brudder or my nephew or my uncle or sompin. There were a lot of us bornin before #1 Hooman Sister got ebbybody fixed. Except me, because I came to live with Mommy and Daddy, and they fixed me.

Boone was the bestest to me, and he comes to visit sometimes.

Tipper went away from the window and said, “Well, go ahead. Tell him you like him best.”

I jumped down from the chair.

I said, “Tipper, Boone was my favorite relative, but you’re my favorite brudder. I wouldn’t trade you for him, and I wouldn’t trade this home for my first one. You and me — we’re what Mommy calls besties.”

Besides, there are a lot of cats at my old house, and just two of us here, and I’m the boss of us.

Tipper: Oh you are, are you?

Yes. Yes, I are.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Are you the boss of your house?


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One thought on “Chickie Says No #Caturday #TipperAndChickie

  1. acflory

    November 15, 2020 at 4:46pm

    Besties. I love that word, and I’m so glad you and Tipper have each other, Chickie. As for being boss of the house… 😉

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    • Marian Allen

      November 16, 2020 at 9:02am

      Yeah, she’s pretty sure she is. She and I play The Cat Game, where, whatever one of us does, the other one says, “That’s what I wanted you to do.”

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