Barnaby adjusted his dark shades. As the highest ranking Cat Executive Officer in the building, he demanded absolute respect. The white fur rug beneath him was perfectly groomed, and the mesh office chair provided the lumbar support necessary for a rigorous twelve hour nap.
He sat stoically in front of the glittering tree, the festive lights reflecting off his pitch black lenses. He was dressed for the job, a sleek black tie knotted tightly against his fluffy white chest. He was ready to negotiate the terms of the holiday ham distribution.
However, maintaining an air of mystery was difficult when the smell of turkey drifted through the air. He tried to purse his lips in a serious frown, but a tiny, pink tongue slipped out. It was a momentary lapse in discipline. He looked to the left, scanning the room for the assistants who were late with his appetizers.
Unacceptable, he thought, turning his head back to the center. The shades hid his eyes, but the tongue remained, defying his attempts at corporate intimidation. He wasn’t just a boss, he was a vibe. And right now, the vibe was demanding snacks with a side of effortless cool. The meeting was over. It was time for the treats.
Shannon Willis can usually be found in the company of furry friends. A passionate animal enthusiast, her work is often inspired by her deep love for cats, dogs, and the animal kingdom as a whole.
