HELLO! My name is CHICKIE!
I was naughty this week, but I didn’t mean to be. I was on the baffroom sink and Mommy was hugging me, and then she turned to leave and I didn’t want her to and I reached out and tried to pull her back.
I forgot she doesn’t have fur all over and her skin is really easy to poke and scratch, like Tipper’s nose. She said, “It’s all right. My skin looks like crepe paper and it’s as thin as crepe paper.” Then she trimmed my claws. She trimmed Tipper’s claws, too, so I can still beat him up.
Mommy has this really neat thing that’s kind of like a blanket that stands up. It makes the bafftub a secret room! She got a new one, and it surprised me.
And then — and then! Mommy found my woolyfant!
Mommy is the best! Thank you, Mommy!
In other news, Tipper slipped out! When #4 Hooman Sister went after him, he dodged for under the porch, where he hides out until he thinks Mommy is worried enough about him to not be mad that he slipped out. As soon as he stuck his nose under the porch, he froze, and #4 grabbed him. He said it smelled like dangerous cats under there! I give him a hard time, but I’m glad the dangerous cats didn’t get him.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you still have a toy you played with when you were a baby? I do.