To the victor goes the spoiled

   The one-handed Jen isn't working for these two clowns. For years Taylor has howled when I wake every morning, and Aki dances around, only slightly more patient to greet me and get attention as I get out of bed.
   But now I can only pet one at a time. So when my alarm goes off and my eyes pop open, the contest begins. They start wrestling like idiot gladiators, biting each others' necks, hip-checking, howling and growling, and making a cacophony of other sounds that could only be described as "rabid monkey noises". I never knew I was so popular!