Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what?
I had to popologize to Momma. I kept telling her and telling her I didn’t want any cover on my window seat, and I got everything almost off it and then realized that I DID want a cover on it. I almost squished my loaf off my best place.
So Momma fixed it.
Chickie and I tag-teamed the fluff babies on each end of our new tunnel and tore them off and tore them off. There’s still a little bit left, and we have all these little fluff babies all over the rug. Momma doesn’t seem to think it’s as exciting as we do, but she’s old.
Speaking of old, Momma found this old picture of me, from when I first came to live here, back when I had a streak of black fur on my head. This picture is so old, Momma didn’t even have paint on her nails yet!
Here’s my pretty head now:
Now I have to go. Those fluff babies won’t play by themselves.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Did you ever change colors?
TA
Dan Antion
February 18, 2023 at 7:57am“…but Moma’s old.” Ouch, you better be careful, Tipper.
Marian Allen
February 18, 2023 at 10:54amYou tell ‘im, Dan!
acflory
February 18, 2023 at 4:39pmI don’t remember that photo of you, Tipper, but as soon as I saw it I realised that you are so like my Mitty. He had gold eyes instead of blue, so he could hear perfectly well, and he started out with a tiny bit of dark fur on top of his head too! The only difference is that he ended up being a little fluffier. -huge hugs-
Marian Allen
February 20, 2023 at 8:55amTipper is, like most cats, selectively deaf. He can’t hear me calling him to me, but he can hear a cat treat drop from across the house.