His looks at his family as they watch TV, occasionally commenting on one thing or another, and is overwhelmed with the love he has for them. There is nothing he won't do to keep them safe. He would die for them and if it comes down to it, he would kill for them. Mentally, he shakes himself. Stretching, using the opportunity to look around, he falls back into his reclining position. His face reflecting nothing but mild boredom as he again faces the TV. In his peripheral vision he glances at his family again. They continue to go about their business, acting as though they believe his facade.
They know he's alert, aware. They know he's always on the job. He knows they love him for it, even though he also knows it can become tiresome, having someone around who is always on guard. But, tiresome or not, things have to be done and he's here to do them.
Sighing, he reclines and closes his eyes...almost completely...almost. Ever vigilant, he keeps his senses attuned to everything and notices a slight change in the atmosphere. There's a whisper of a sound and he readies himself. His mind working overtime, his muscles practically vibrating with anticipation...
"Max, leave the cat alone!"
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