Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what?
Momma put a set of her super-flannelly sheets on the bed, and OF COURSE Chickie had to crawl between them. She forgot what flannel does to cat fur. I felt sorry for her, but it did look kinda funny. She went step TWITCH step TWITCH step TWITCH.
I tried it myself, but I only stuck my head in. It tickled.
Momma has been getting up before dawn to work on writing and editing. Of course, I have to get up, too, to keep an eye on her.
Then the sun comes up, and I have to keep an eye on everything else.
That brown blanket is where Chickie sleeps, so Momma can’t stretch her legs out without pushing Chickie off the bed. Which, if you know my Momma, you know she would never do. Chickie says, “I’m keepin’ her toes safe! You don’t want some monster sneaking up and biting her toes, do you?”
I guess she has a point.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you get up when your hooman gets up, or do you have your own schedule?