Biggs and I live like Inspector Clouseau and Cato Fong in the classic Return of the Pink Panther.
Biggs is my assistant, helper and general purpose cleaning implement.
He has an additional job, one he invented for and assigned to himself. He keeps me ready for violence and defense at any time.
Sometimes he lunges at me when I come home. Other times he simply walks up for a petting.
Sometimes he tries to kill me when I go to sleep. Other times he simply naps at the end of the bed.
Sometimes he plots murder in the living room, guarding a minor item. Other times he just ignores me.
He keeps me sharp. I must be aware of my surroundings constantly, lest he get a nip in.
Or worse than a nip. I have a half-inch long fading brown scar on my hand from him. He takes his mission quite seriously.