Animals make people happy!!!!!!!!!!

I believe that you know what cats are. Of course, many “cat ladies” around the world own cats. “Oh, dear. Whatever shall I do with you, Leaf?” Jenny was a kind old cat lady. She had found a cat on the side of the road, and she named it Leaf right away. Jenny lived with her favorite (and only) brother, Johnnie. Jenny had used to have many siblings, 5, to be exact, but her only one left was Johnnie. Johnnie was usually “a sad old man”, as he told everyone, and he only 30 years old! Jenny was twenty. Johnnie never really was a happy person, but he was trying to be as cheerful as he could. One day, when Jenny found a cat, a amber colored Abyssinian cat, she named it.“Leaf?! Ha. Who would ever name some cat that name?”  Johnnie was kind of grumpy today, thought Jenny; Jenny had gone to bed in her room. She went out to “Buy Things for Pets”, which was her favorite supermarket. (It was kind of like a Walmart.) She had bought Leaf a bed there, and once she did, the next day, at the exact same time, she found another cat! He was a Norwegian Forest cat, and that was Johnnie’s only favorite kind of cat. It was the only one that he didn’t yell at it, and almost even worse, Johnnie did that and he also let the dog out to get it when it went on the lawn when Jenny was out somewhere. The dog’s name is Digger. Digger is a fully black dog, a Labrador Retriever, and he has red eyes and a dark red collar and it says, “DIGGER. RETURN TO JOHNNIE AND JENNY IF FOUND ONCE LOST, OR DIGGER WILL DIG IN THE GRASS OR ANYWHERE AND HE’S OUGHTA THINK, I WILL BURY YOU THERE.” That’s what his other tag said, and then the other tag was his certified rabies tag to show he wasn’t a rabies dog. The Jay family only had two other dogs that looked the exact same as Digger: Grabber and Jaws. But since Jaws was a gray dog who had a white collar, he used to be black but now his chest is white and he eats white Puppy Peroni sticks (a different kind of food instead of for Pup-Peroni) and he liked to eat a LOT. Grabber looked at Digger all the time. He tried to grab him. But then Jenny found out that Grabber was grabbing Johnnie’s sock one time, and she helped Johnnie and got a doggy gate that Grabber could NOT jump over and he could NOT open it or go through it. But, the other dogs could. Grabber was the thickest dog, and he did not like to be too short and not too strong to get over the gate. But, Jenny always figured things out. One day, Leaf was not there! Just the Norwegian Forest cat that Jenny found. Then, a Berman cat came, Persian, Siamese, and so on. At the end, Jenny had literally 10 cats! (Not including Leaf.) “Siamese, you’re Sam, Persian, you’re Percy, Berman, you’re… uh, well, I don’t think Johnnie would be too happy that any of you guys are even here anyway. I guess I’ll just call you-” “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!” Johnnie was bursting in the room, letting all of the three dogs come in. Luckily, the cats went into their big 6-foot Cat Tower. It was tilted, and it looked like a doll house for cats. The dogs didn’t know what to do. They thought it was a regular house, inside of Jenny’s room! But, Jenny noticed something: Leaf was in the Cat Tower! “Leaf!” Jenny said, shooing all the dogs except Jaws first, and I will tell you that she never had to be rude like she did with the other two dogs, and she left Jaws in the room. I know, Jaws sounds like a really scary name for a dog, but honestly, he was only a Great Dane and Greyhound and Bloodhound mix. He was the only dog that only barked if there was a fire truck. “Leaf,” Jenny called, “I’m going to introduce you to Jaws. Jaws, say hi!” Jaws panted, smiling, for as long as someone could say hi. Leaf walked over, and she smiled. “See? I thought I would never be able to help you, Leaf, but it seems as if you have a friend!” Jenny exclaimed. She finally realized that she helped her cat, and she thought that she would help her brother, too. He was doing “Shakepaw!” with Grabber, and sticking a treat in between his claws, and he was also doing “Twirl around!” with Digger. He took Digger’s collar off, and he did that to Grabber. Grabber looked and tried to do what Digger was doing now: catching his tail. Digger’s big, bushy tail was appealing to dogkind, and Grabber’s thin little non-short tail was hard to catch, because it was so thin. Digger could just grab one of his tail furs, and he’d be all right. “Johnnie?” Jenny called, peering into the living room. “What do you want?” Johnnie mumbled. “Johnnie Jay! For Cat’s Claw sake, I can’t even hear you!” Jenny looked worried. Jenny squeezed Johnnie’s entire body once he got up, and said, “What?” That night, Jenny went into her bedroom after eating fish burgers with cheese balls, caesar salad, veggies and dip, and iced tea, and water. A white Angora cat, Moon, came and sat by Jenny’s head when she was sleeping in bed. Then, Ben, the Berman cat, came and slept on Jenny’s FACE. “Ben,” Jenny whispered, “Go to Johnnie’s room and make him happy. I’m sure that he would like a face warmer.” Jenny whispered into Ben’s ear. Ben walked mover to Johnnie’s room, slithered through the door, which was cracked open, just a little bit. “Ben?” Johnnie scowled. “What’re you doing here?” he tiredly mumbled. “Grrr…” Jaws was growling. “Oh, shut those little jaws,” Johnnie scowled again. “Grr!” This time, Johnnie heard a unlocking a door with the wrong key sound. “J-Jenny?” Johnnie scaredly called for his sister, and Jenny woke up. “What?” Jenny said, replying, sounding scared, too. I would never had done such a thing, replying in the middle of the night. “3:00. Someone’s outside,” Johnnie answered. “And I think you should go and get them.” Johnnie went on. “No,” Jenny cried. “I can’t. I can’t do it, I’m sorry. I can’t I can’t do it, Johnnie. I’m sorry. Johnnie, I can’t do it…” Jenny’s talking stopped as Johnnie petted Jaws and he calmed down. The siblings were talking on the phone to each other, and Johnnie decided to go up and check on Jenny. Besides, Johnnie was the one who was the oldest, and he was 10 years older than Jenny! “Jenny?” Johnnie asked, climbing up the ladder as he opened up the attic door; that’s where Jenny slept. “Johnnie…” Jenny cried. “I… I saw something looking at me through the window.” she said, closing the window. Johnnie helped Jenny because she was scared. As soon as Johnnie got closer to Jenny, because he was tiptoeing like Jenny was a ferocious bear, and that Billy, standing under her knees, Billy was the picnic basket. He flicked on the lightswitch. “It’s okay, Billy.” Jenny shivered, petting Billy. “Okay! Well, that’s finished,” Johnnie said, putting on a warm smile. “It’ll be okay!” he said, acting very happily, like he just caught the last rainbow trout in the stream. “No!” Jenny cried, backing away from Johnnie. “Just be happy that I got my AR-15 with me, and-” “No, you did not! That’s why I’m backing away from you!” Jenny whimpered. “Go get it! Pump shotgun, AR-15, and your Golden Scar!” Jenny demanded, looking at Johnnie sternly, like he was a child, who had just stolen the cookies or ate the cake when he wasn’t supposed to. “Howl!” Jenny and Johnnie jumped, holding each other. “JAWS!” Jenny ran down the ladder. “Jaws?” Jenny cried as she walked down the opposite hallway as Johnnie. Johnnie was going into his room, to get his guns. “I see a person in the window!” Johnnie exclaimed, and Jenny heard him scaredly. “I’m out of ammo, except for the Pump Shotgun. It has about five bullets left!” Johnnie said, walking worriedly over to Jenny. “NO!” Jenny said. “DIGGER!” she screamed. “Digger? Oh, yeah!” Johnnie cried, too. “Jaws? You find him? I got Grabber,” Jenny said like she was the leader of the entire world. “I got Grabber, he’s all right.” Jenny repeated. “Jaws’s outside! I let him out at 1:00, because he wanted to go outside.” Johnnie said. “But, that’s not Jaws or Digger. It’s a bear.” Jenny pointed out. “DIGGER! JAWS! PEPPERONI STICKS ARE HERE!” Jenny and Johnnie called out for their dogs out the window, once they were sure the bear went away. Digger and Jaws staggered out of a bush, scared, with their tails under their legs. But once they were back inside, not hungry anymore, they were okay. I would’ve never let them out, though. This is how 13 cats, 3 dogs, and 2 humans were the happiest people in the world.

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