Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I’m sneaking the cover off my window seat a little bit at a time. I took off the fluffy topper and Momma left it off, so I’m ooching the towel off. I don’t think she notices. Pretty soon, I’ll get it off, and then she’ll say, “What’s this towel doing on the floor?” and take it away.
You have to think deep thoughts to fool Momma.
But I can’t just think deep thoughts or sit on my plastic. Momma needs to know I love her more than anybody. The best way to do that is to wait until she’s relaxed on the couch and then climb up onto her belly.
Then, to make sure she knows you’ll never let her go, you stick your claws out.
Finally, the ultimate signal of devotion, you flex those claws just enough so she feels it but not so much she yelps and jumps up. It’s a delicate balance.
Momma says, “Tipper, you are the absolute limit.”
I’m Number One! I’m Number One!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: How do you show your hooman your utmost devotion?