Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? Chickie was hacking up hairballs for a couple of weeks, but Momma got her some new hairball medicine and she feels much better. Chickie does, I mean.
And you know what it means when Chickie feels better.
Yes, I got a poke on my little pink snoot. But I’m glad my sister feels better.
Momma went to the last farmers markets of the year, and there were spooky things there!
Momma: Why don’t you tell them what you did?
Really spooky stuff at the market!
Okay, but the spooky stuff first!
I’m glad I don’t have to fight THAT cat!
I don’t know if this is a dog or a monkey. Momma calls him Curious Dog.
This is the lady who makes the sourdough bread that #4 Hooman Sister’s cat, Freyja, is crazy about.
This dinosaur was really sad until a girl gave them a bucket of candy.
[Note from Momma: The dinosaur’s inflator got unplugged, so the girl held their candy until they puffed up again; the dinosaur was handing the candy out.]
Momma washed the cover of my window seat, and now it doesn’t smell like cats. I don’t like it!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you like clean covers or smelly ones?