Hi there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what. Chickie and I got in a play fight, and she scratched me in the face! Momma said, “It’s all fun and games until somebody loses an eye.”
Momma says I should be setting a good example, but I don’t think I’m old enough to have to set a good example. So I’ve been dragging my toys out of the toy box and strowing them around the house. I’m not old! I’m a kitten!
I’m missing my Poppa, ’cause it’s winter, and he used to bring wood in through the basement door to build fires in the fireplace. So first I got lots of sniffs from the door being open, and then I got cozyfur from the fire. #4 Hooman Sister keeps one of his flannel shirts on the couch for when she gets cold because Momma keeps the heat down in winter. I curled up on it and the blanket he used to nap under and thought of him.
I did a paw-tuck pose for Momma because Chickie says Momma likes them. She said I looked very elegant. Momma did, not Chickie.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you ever think of somebody who isn’t there anymore?