Vladimir was by the book; even when it came to morning routines. Animal instincts were awake before he even opened his eyes, commencing with a good scratch to his self to loosen up shedding fur which itched him so underneath his clothes. He couldn't possibly want to arise eyebrows before J. Gander Hooter by scratching like a wild beast before him.

But something was different this morning. He had felt a weight upon his large form and felt a little warmer than usual. Maybe he was sick, he thought. He had been working steadily on a case all week, getting no more than two hours of sleep at the most, opening the door of opportunity for viruses to sneak in.

Sick or not, though, it was Vladimir's utmost duty to report to J. Gander Hooter. He sighed quietly and dragged his claws fingers up along his body - or so he thought. Something felt different underneath his claws. A certain softness, and as his senses awoken, there was a distinct scent of English Feather wafting into his nostrils . . .

And then, he opened up an eye.

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