Oh My gosh! I almost died last night! It all started when one of the Guardians was getting ready to go outside to give some catnip to Poppy, Franklin (formerly known as “Hissy“) and a few other Limbo kitties. I was excited because I knew I would get to go into My Outdoor Domain while the Guardian was visiting the other kitties.
Anticipating the cool night breeze and the aromas it would bring, I ran toward the door. In mid-stride, I turned to see if the Guardian was following, and just then the ground dropped out from under Me. I suddenly found Myself sliding backward and downward at high speed! I thought I was done for, and My whole life began to flash before My eyes. Just as I was getting to the part of My life where I fought an epic battle with a potty demon, I came to an abrupt stop on a cold hard floor. I looked up to find that I was sitting at the bottom of the basement stairs!
I was dazed and disoriented. All thoughts of My Outdoor Domain had been driven from My mind during the crazy, downward slide. Leaning against the wall for support, I slowly made My way back to the top of the stairs.
When I reached the top, I shouted for help, and Brother Oliver came running. He listened intently as I recounted My harrowing tale. As I finished the story, Brother Oliver seemed to be struggling to contain his emotion. He stared at Me with a neutral look that was clearly forced, but his trembling lip betrayed his barely contained inner turmoil. I can only imagine that he was horrified at the thought of what had just happened to Me, and he was overcome with relief that I was OK.
I turned My gaze back toward the stairs and told Brother Oliver, “It’s OK if you want to cry. I’ll understand.” Just then Brother Oliver raised his head and perked up his ears. He said, “What’s that Brother Henry!? Ok! I’ll be right there!” And then he ran off toward the living room. I hadn’t heard Brother Henry call, so I figured that Brother Oliver was just looking for an excuse to go let his emotions out in private.
When Brother Oliver was out of sight, I heard him let his emotions burst forth. It was kind of weird. I’m sure he must have been crying, but the sounds that were pouring out of him sounded almost like laughter. Poor Brother Oliver. I didn’t mean to give him such a scare. It is comforting to know, though, that he understood the seriousness of this incident and is concerned about My welfare. I would expect nothing less from one of My High Priests.
So Sayeth Otis