Ever since my near-fatal encounter with the Raccoon, I have been sticking close to Brother Henry. I’m pretty sure that the wild, masked beast is not able to get into My Indoor Domain, but I’m not taking any chances.
Even though I don’t think Brother Henry would be able to conquer the Raccoon in a physical fight, his presence still gives Me great comfort.
I think it is perfectly normal for Me to want to be near My bodyguard at all times, but this morning, while we were sleeping comfortably together in a box, Brother Henry asked Me a strange question. He looked at Me and said, “Leader Otis? Do you think you might be suffering from PTCD?” When I asked him what that was, he said, “It’s ‘Post Traumatic Clinginess Disorder'”.
I assumed that he was asking if I had more static cling than usual in My fur or something. I mean, I could see where an especially electrifying experience like a near-death encounter with a Raccoon might have that effect on some kitties. I told him, “Nope. I feel just fine…” And then, completely out of the blue, he let out a long, forlorn sounding yowl.
I thought Brother Henry’s yowl was a bit strange at first, but then it hit Me. He was asking Me if I had PTCD because he was afraid that he was suffering from it himself. It made perfect sense, as he was the one that had really put himself in harm’s way to face that Raccoon. I decided there was only one way I could help Brother Henry. I would redouble My efforts to stay as close to him as possible at all times. I realized that it was probably doing him even more good than it was doing Me, what with his PTCD and all…
So Sayeth Otis