You know I am a patient and forgiving Leader, but after three consecutive days of Brother Oliver calling Me the Tail Terrorist, I finally had enough. This morning I discovered Brother Oliver sleeping on the cat scratcher by the back door. Using My advanced skills in The Art of Sneaky, I crept up to him. I then let out a blood-curdling yowl and smote him with My Mighty Paw of Justice!
Feeling the force of My blow, Brother Oliver let out a sound that was a confusing mix of a yowl and a hiss. He then jumped to his feet and staggered clumsily off to the living room. I found him there over an our later, laying on the floor and still reeling from justice he had been dealt.
When I entered the room, Brother Oliver said, “Leader Otis? Is that you? Wha… what happened?” I replied, “You taunted Me one too many times Brother Oliver. That is what happened.” Then I walked away. As I exited the room though, I thought I heard Brother Oliver say softly, “Wow! It’s like You’re some kind of Head Hammerer!” I chose to ignore it.
So Sayeth Otis