Hi, I’m Leo. I’m the part-time watchman around here. My shift usually starts in the morning and ends whenever I feel like it. Sometimes I stay for a whole week straight. Sometimes I disappear without notice. Keeps management guessing.
 

I patrol the area, supervise deliveries, and stare suspiciously at strangers for free. Compensation is accepted in snacks and emotional support.

I’m Lady. Yes, that Lady. The independent cat of the neighborhood. I don’t do group activities, I don’t trust easily, and I definitely don’t split food bowls.

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People say I’m always pregnant. I say I’m building a legacy. Please admire me from a respectful distance unless you’re carrying treats.

They still haven’t agreed on my official name, but honestly, that sounds like a management problem.

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I recently joined the security department, although I mainly specialize in arriving exactly at feeding time. I only eat wet food because I have standards. Dry food is for interns.

I don’t technically work at Cat House. I’m actually from the other shop. But let’s be honest — this whole building belongs to me anyway.

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I monitor all movement, start unnecessary arguments, and maintain dominance through intimidation and loud screaming. Some call me aggressive. I call it leadership.

I work exclusively in the parking lot because somebody has to supervise the feeding schedule around here.

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Every day, I wait patiently for my food… until you’re late. Then I begin screaming to express my disappointment and betrayal.

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Some people call it ‘being dramatic.’ I call it maintaining professional standards.

Hello… I’m Princess. I usually only come around when Leo is here because crowds are scary and confidence is difficult.

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If you see me sitting quietly beside him, mind your business please. We are having a private moment.