 
(and this is our story)
We are Al's eight cats. Our names are Lucy,a calico, Tinker and Boots, both black and white in color. Next is Sugar, all charcoal gray. Then there's Rex, Jasper and Jasmine, all siameses or should that be siam"mice"? Then there is Rascal, the youngest, a tiger kitty.Tinker and Sugar are sisters and Jasper and Jasmine are brother and sister. Ever since daddy got a computer, we have been thinking how neat it would be to have our own home page like he does telling people about us. So we all got our little minds together with dad's help typing and here it is.
To start off, you must know that we have our daddy very well trained. We know exactly how to get him to do things our way and think that it was his way. To make him think that we are earning our keep, we wake him for work every morning, even if it's not a workday(heh-heh).The best way we have found to do this is by licking his face and walking all over him. He tries to push us away and pull the blanket over his head, but we persevere and win. Sometimes one of us will be lying on his chest watching him sleep. He finds this very cute, but it also startles him to open his eyes and find another set of eyes staring back.
Now that part we wrote before he retired.Only little Jasmine gets to sleep with him now. For some reason, something happened and she got to be afraid of the rest of us. Now we don't have to get him up at any certain time most days, but, our little bellys seem to start growling so we start hollering at him from the kitchen. Little Jasmine takes her paw and touches his face to try to get him up and of course meows at him. When he finally decides he can't win and he gets out of bed, we are all gathered around waiting for him. As he heads for the kitchen to start the coffee,(whatever that nasty stuff is), we all follow him anticipating our breakfast. Then we all start talking to him, meowing impatiently. Jasper always has to be up on the counter to hurry him up. He gets impatient and starts knocking stuff on the floor, including plastic dihes and bowls left in the drainer. Daddy starts opening the cans and our talking gets louder and more urgent sounding. He starts dishing out the food but it seems like he's so slow because we all try to be fed first. Our talking turns to the sound of us all "chomping" in unison, which he thinks is very comical. Doesn't he know that this is serious business? He says we look like a small herd of little buffalo grazing. He claims he gives us all the same kind of food, but of course we have to try all the other bowls to be sure that one of us didn't get something better. Sometimes Jasper will stick his paw in somebody elses bowl and pull it right out from underneath them.
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