I Used to Be a Boss

I was confused when I looked at the random cat that was clinging to me, and the little raccoon boy who regarded the cat as his lifelong enemy. Then a black German shepherd from Hounds and another white one claimed me as the deputy captain (retired). A certain Dazai Neko who was secretive from the outside said that I was his colleague. And a certain diminutive orange-haired chipmunk showed me that I was his friend. A certain fluffy white arctic fox said let's clean up the world together! I made a fist with my left hand and put it on my right hand: Oh, it turns out I am a chameleon. Modify it when you have time Let me revise the black history Concept: The retirement routine of a boss