Henry
Henry sighed as he slumped into his oversized, double padded, leather chair in front of an even bigger desk. Built to his proportions the Professor had said when he had gifted his old friend with them three Christmases ago, he hated his proportions, and his blue fur, which shed year round incidentally. The almost super-sonic hearing was an upside though; he could hear people when they tried to sneak up on him, he could hear every key turn in every lock in this building. It was rather handy when opening safes too… not that he'd ever tried to break into one… not to steal anything anyway.
