My Disciples,
This morning as I looked out the front window, I saw a bizarre sight. Poppy, one of the Limbo kitties in the neighborhood, was sitting in the bird bath below the window. Now, when I was a young kitten lost in the wilderness, I spent a fair amount of time sitting underneath bird baths hoping desperately that I could capture a meal. But I never even considered climbing into the bath! I mean, who wants wet paws and a wet butt!?
I yelled out the window at Poppy and asked him what the heck he was doing. He said, “Oh! Hi Leader Otis. Ummm…well, I’ve seen the little crunchy birds using this water every day, and they can fly. I thought maybe this water was magic and that it is what makes it possible for them to fly. I’m soaking in it because I hope that I will gain the ability to fly too!”
This sounded completely ridiculous to Me but, being a cat, I was curious about why Poppy would want to fly. I said, “Poppy! Cats aren’t supposed to be able to fly. Why would you want to fly!?” Poppy answered, “I want to fly because I keep climbing up on my roof and getting stuck! I can’t help myself. I love going up there, but once I’m there I can’t get back down! I was once stuck up there for almost 48 hours, and my guardian wasn’t very nice about it. She called me all sorts of bad names because she was mad at me. If I can learn how to fly, I’ll be able to get down all by myself and then she won’t be mean to me…”
I didn’t know what to say after that, so I just said, “I’m sorry you have a lousy guardian, Poppy. The Guardians of Otis, The Brothers and I will continue to do whatever we can to spread the word about how to properly take care of cats, and My Guardians will always be happy to give you pets, food and catnip whenever you ask for it. Please don’t try to fly if you get stuck on the roof again though. I think it is actually their wings that make birds able to fly, not that water.”
Poppy replied, “Thanks Leader Otis. And You’re probably right about the wings. Oh well. You know what though?”, continued Poppy as he took a quick drink of the water, “This water kind of tastes like birds!”
“That’s great Poppy…”, I said, “…enjoy your bird soup.” And I decided to leave him to it and go see what the view was like out of a different window.
So Sayeth Otis


Poor Poppy, stuck with an uncaring guardian . . . that’s an oxymoron for sure.
Definitely an oxymoron, Batya.