HELLO! My name is CHICKIE!
I saved Mommy this week because I’m a fierce guard cat.
Tipper: I’m a fierce guard cat, too!
But I was fiercier and guardier than anything this week.
Tipper: Tell it how you see it, little sister. Tell it how you see it.
So, anyway, I got into bed before Mommy did. I got under the top cover like this.
When Mommy got in, a long lump got in with her! It slid in under the fuzzy winter sheet and wiggled around! So I poked it with my claws!
Mommy must have been surprised and didn’t know it was there, because she yelped just when the long lump jerked away.
I came out and said, “It’s okay, Mommy. I saved you!”
After that, she wanted me to be on top of all the covers so I could look out better.
I didn’t want her to be afraid of the bed ’cause of the long lump, so I went into the basement, by the garage door, and brought up one of my toys and put it in the middle of the bed for her.
She calls it “Dead Leaf”. She must really like it, because she took it and hid it, like I do
Tipper’s my favorite toys.
Oh, that collar is my flea collar. Tipper brought fleas in, the last time he played like he was wild and free, so we have to wear them. (We like them. We think they make us look cool.)
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What’s the scariest thing you ever saved your hooman from?