This morning, when I looked out into My Outdoor Domain, I saw a pair of eyes peeking up over a box that the Guardians had placed out there. The eyes were staring right at Me, and I was very startled!
Not knowing what to do, I shouted, “Brother Henry! Come quick! I think we have a peeping tom!” The ears on the cat that I suspected to be the peeping tom went back slightly, and I heard Mama Cat say, “Leader Otis, I am certainly no tom! I am a girl cat, so the proper term for me is either a ‘molly’ or a ‘queen’. I prefer the latter. So, if I were actually peeping I would be a peeping queen. But I’m not peeping, I’m just waiting for the Guardians of Otis to bring me some catnip.”
I apologized profusely to Mama Cat, and I yowled for the Guardians to bring her some catnip right away. They arrived in moments saying, “Otis? What are you yowling abou…. Oh! Hi Mama.” They then proceeded to give her both some wet food and a nice, fresh pile of catnip. I hoped it would be enough to make her forgive Me for insulting her. After all, hell hath no fury like a queen scorned…
So Sayeth Otis