Katz Tales: Rise of the executive fat cat

Even when he was just a kitten, Target was already office snoopervisor. Photos: Ellen Whyte

When Target moved in 16 years ago, he immediately settled into office life. It was tax time, and so there was paper everywhere. Kitten Target sat on my desk, was helpful with chewing the total off the Tenaga bills, and managed the printer, squeaking excitedly as it spit out endless documents.

When we started video calls with clients, he rose to the challenge, contributing a useful meow or friendly tail salute.