Sir Alfred, Arthur, Al, Big Al, Ally, Ally-oop!
Al is the best cat you might happen to meet. He showed up on our back doorstep back in the winter. We tried to find him a warm spot in the garage to sleep, but he disappeared after a few days, and we assumed he succumbed to the winter cold.
Months and months later he showed back up and decided to stay. We already have five other cats, so he's an outdoor-only kitto.
He's mortal enemies with Mr. Tibbs, and all the rest of our kittos are afraid of him too. I say he must be Ender--he won all the fights, now he just chills, and everyone cowers when he comes around. Except us humans, who must endure much snuggling from this big guy.
My Al.
Al is the best cat you might happen to meet. He showed up on our back doorstep back in the winter. We tried to find him a warm spot in the garage to sleep, but he disappeared after a few days, and we assumed he succumbed to the winter cold.
Months and months later he showed back up and decided to stay. We already have five other cats, so he's an outdoor-only kitto.
He's mortal enemies with Mr. Tibbs, and all the rest of our kittos are afraid of him too. I say he must be Ender--he won all the fights, now he just chills, and everyone cowers when he comes around. Except us humans, who must endure much snuggling from this big guy.
My Al.
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