Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what?
I’ve been feeling better, too, since we got new food. It feels good to feel good!
Chickie’s Uncle Simon came to visit, and I didn’t get a bit mad. He isn’t related to Chickie or any of the cats at Chickie’s old house; he’s just a friend of the family. One day, he moved in under their porch with them and started helping take care of the kittens. He chased dogs and possums and stranger cats away from them. He’s just Uncle Simon.
Momma saw some birds in the front yard. She said they’re wild turkeys. I always thought they came in bottles, but maybe this is where they come from before that.
So maybe it was partly because she’s happy I feel good, and maybe it was partly because she likes to look at birds, Momma wasn’t too bad mad when I did this:
If she didn’t want me to break the blinds, she shouldn’t have let Poppa plant a tree right outside the window. She opens the blinds for me, now.
And she isn’t so mad that she won’t let me sit on her lap. Miss Chickie Touch-Me-Not won’t sit on Momma’s lap, but she’ll let #4 Hooman Sister wool her up on her lap and not scratch her to pieces. I think she’s crazy. Momma has a bigger and softer lap than anybody we know! Maybe anybody inna world!
Momma: Erm … thank you. I think.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you like to watch birds?