Barnaby was not just a house pet, he was a supervisor. His workday began the moment the computer monitor flickered to life. While his companion tried to focus on the glowing screen and the clacking mechanical keyboard, Barnaby knew that the real work happened on the lap.
He wedged himself firmly between the desk edge and his friend’s stomach, staring up with intense, emerald green eyes. His ears swiveled back, catching the sound of every keystroke. Pay attention to me, his gaze demanded. He was the ultimate productivity blocker, ensuring that no email was sent without his fur getting all over the sender’s clothes. It was a high pressure position, requiring constant vigilance and the ability to look absolutely adorable while being a total nuisance.
But even the most dedicated executive needs a break.
By the afternoon, the stress of micromanaging became too much. Barnaby clocked out and retreated to the living room. There, nestled into the folds of a soft, teal fleece blanket, the strict boss melted away. He stretched out on his side, one white paw extended in pure bliss, his eyes heavy and soft. The office grind was forgotten, replaced by dreams of treats and laser pointers. He had put in the hours, and now, the cat had earned his rest.
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.
