The day began with strict oversight. Shadow sat perfectly still on the bathroom counter, his paws neatly aligned, staring deeply into the soul of the Tall One. The morning hygiene routine was taking far too long, and the schedule was slipping. With piercing yellow eyes, he communicated a clear message, hurry up, breakfast is delayed, and this level of dawdling will be noted in the performance review.
Once the room was cleared, the real work began. A suspicious echo came from the large white tub. Was it a drip? A spider? A ghost? Shadow had to be sure. He rose onto his hind legs, gripping the ledge with practiced ease. He peered over the rim, scanning the empty porcelain valley for any unauthorized changes. The area was secure, but he remained on high alert, his ears swiveled back to catch the slightest sound.
By afternoon, it was time to control the traffic flow. Shadow moved to the strategic border between the bathroom tiles and the hallway floor. He lowered himself into a tactical crouch, blocking the exit. No giant feet could pass this checkpoint without paying the toll a scratch behind the ears or acknowledgment of his magnificence. He gazed up, waiting. The blockade would remain in effect until his demands were met.
Running a tight ship is exhausting. By evening, the professional facade finally cracked. Shadow collapsed onto the soft beige sofa, tumbling upside down against a green pillow. One paw reached dramatically toward the ceiling while his head rolled back in pure bliss. The inspections were done. The household was safe. The Chief Officer had officially clocked out.
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.
