Hi there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I got out this week! I didn’t get very out, though, because #4 Hooman Sister caught me just off the porch. Boo! But at least I got paws on the ground, so winner, winner, Blue Buffalo chicken-flavored dinner!

Chickie is so snotty! Every time Momma brushes her teeth, Chickie has to be right there, on the bafroom counter, sticking her head in the sink to drink out of the faucet. Well, okay, I don’t want to do that, but Chickie won’t even let me come into the bafroom when Momma is brushing her teeth! Other times, I can go in, no problem, whether Momma or Chickie or both of them are there, just not when Momma’s brushing her teeth. So I lie down outside the bafroom door, and when Chickie comes out, I tag her and we chase each other all over the house!

Momma gives us each a treat every day in her office. She gave Chickie hers first and then gave me mine, and Chickie jumped over to where I was and tried to take mine. She still had some of hers in her mouth. I know, because it fell out when she tried to rob me! Momma didn’t allow it, though. Bad Chickie!

So I got back at Chickie by getting in her special place, the top of the cat tree, that Poppa used to call “the cat-bird seat”. Ha!

Then I looked outside. Gulp!

Next thing you know, these deer cats will be on the porch! If we aren’t careful, they’ll be standing on the bafroom counter drinking out of the faucet while Momma brushes her teeth!

It was kind of scary, so I went back to my favorite place by Momma’s bed and snuggled with my favorite foot.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Is there something somebody not your hooman won’t let you do?

TA