HELLO! My name is CHICKIE!
Mommy gave us a treat this week. I smelled it and I told her I wanted some, and she put some in a little dish. Tipper ran over and pushed me out of the way, so Mommy put some in another little dish and gave it to me. Then Tipper went off and didn’t even eat his. I ate mine, though.
Then I ate his. Mommy said this treat is called Spam, and it’s a Guilty Pleasure. It tasted like salty meat to me, but I guess Mommy knows.
One thing Mommy doesn’t know is how to clean up her office. If Tipper and I made this much of a mess, she’d goshdarn us. All I could do is shake my head and say, “Mommy, Mommy. Such a mess!”
I can’t be mad at her, though. It got cool outside last night, so Mommy opened the windows and let us have some sniffs.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Is your hooman messy or neat?