I have multiple shadows.
They follow me up and down the stairs.
Into the kitchen.
They wait outside the bathroom.
They lurk in the hall.
Sometimes they tire of waiting.
And begin to get fidgety and bored.
And disobey the no-cats-on-tables rule.
But they don't give up.
It's not always clear what they want; titbits are always welcome, it's true, but sometimes strokes and cuddles aren't. I can see how bored they get, but they still hang around, keeping their watchful eyes on my every move.
I think they might be my Minders. One of them may publish their memoirs some day, revealing all about my slothful lifestyle.