The Daily Adventures of Mr. Dovey, the Factory Cat.
The morning sun spilled through the high factory windows as Mr. Dovey, the esteemed feline overseer of Cair UK, stretched luxuriously on his favorite perch: a stack of neatly packed boxes. He was a cat of routine, and his day was about to begin.
First stop: The break room, where Linda, the Account Manager, was already nursing her morning tea. She knew exactly what Mr. Dovey wanted and patted her lap invitingly. With a graceful leap, he nestled onto her knee, soaking in the warmth. A good five-minute cuddle would set the tone for the day.
Next was the pick and place section, where the rhythmic clatter of machines never seemed to faze him. Keith, the Operator, always had a treat tucked in his pocket, a bite of ham from his sandwich. Mr. Dovey accepted it with an air of dignified appreciation before moving on to inspect the machinery. He circled each machine, pausing occasionally to bat playfully at the stray tapes.
By mid-morning, it was time for a visit to his closest ally, Sam the Goods-In Operator. Sam claimed that Mr. Dovey was the best pest control officer the company ever had. “Never seen a mouse since this lad showed up!” he often boasted. Mr. Dovey took this praise in stride, rubbing up against Sam’s boots in a rare display of affection.
Lunch was a busy time, as the employees gathered in the canteen. Mr. Dovey made his rounds, tail high, collecting scraps from generous workers who adored him. Fish Thursdays were a particular highlight.
The afternoon lull meant naptime; always in the boss’s office. The hum of machines and muted conversations was the perfect soundtrack for a snooze. Steve, the Production Manager, had given up trying to keep his desk cat-free. Now, he simply worked around Mr. Dovey as he sprawled atop reports, workpieces and order sheets.
As the workday wound down and the machines’ pace slowed, Mr. Dovey took his final patrol around the factory floor, nodding to his friends, accepting chin scratches, and ensuring all was in order. He was more than a company pet, he was a colleague, a mascot, a legend.
And as the last employees clocked out, Mr. Dovey found his spot by the door, ready to do it all again tomorrow.
End.