After thinking long and hard on the disparity in the skills of the cathletes that will be participating in this year’s Catlympics, I came up with an idea. I called Mama Cat over to My Outdoor Domain this morning and asked her if she would be willing to train the other cathletes and teach them some of her moves. Her eyes narrowed, and she said, “You want Me to be a trainer? But I want to compete! It’s my lifelong dream! I want to be a cathlete, not a trainer!”
I tried to calm her down and let her know that I was actually asking that she be both trainer and cathlete. It’s a bit unprecedented, but it was the only way I could think of to give the other kitties even half a chance. I also thought that training others might help Mama Cat take her own skills to the next level. No matter what I said though, she just kept repeating, “I can’t believe you’re not going to let me compete! I knew it! I knew this would happen!” I finally stopped trying and called in Brother Oliver for backup.
Brother Oliver arrived and was able to calm Mama Cat down. He told her that, of course, she would be a competitor even if she decided to say yes to My training idea. He told her that I was simply trying to make the games more competitive because her skills were beyond any I had ever seen.
After hearing Brother Oliver’s explanation, Mama Cat turned to Me and said, “Ohhhhhhh…I see! I train the other kitties, but I still get to compete! Why didn’t you say so Leader Otis! I accept.” Mama Cat then jumped down and ran back over to her house, presumably to fill in Cookie and Nacho on what had just transpired. I watched her go, feeling somewhat befuddled. Brother Oliver turned to Me and said, “Leader Otis…I can give you some training in how to communicate more clearly if you would like…” I guess he saw My answer written all over My face, because he quickly turned and went back inside the house. I felt completely satisfied with My communication skills.
So Sayeth Otis