Shadow is the clever big boy of the group, who’s figured out how to use the dog door. We try to be indoor-only here, but far too frequently, I find Shadow waiting for me at the front door when I get home from a long day of work.

He comes by his title of Emperor honestly. Shadow terrorizes the dogs and always has first dibs on the food bowl (which is why we keep many bowls around).

Shadow came to us as an emergency re-home. He’s 15 years old (or is it 16?) and has a history of bladder stones, so he needs his diet managed carefully. I sure hope the mice he keeps bringing us work with is diet!