After Brother Oliver took that bad photo of Me the other day, he said he felt bad and wanted to make it up to Me. He said he would take a real photo that accurately captured My handsomeness. He set up all of his camera equipment, directed Me to pose on top of the cat tree with the drawers in it again, and then began messing around with camera settings. He said, “Ready? One…two…three!”
As he reached three, I was blinded by the light of a thousand white-hot suns. Brother Oliver began giggling uncontrollably as I sat there seeing spots.
When My vision returned, Brother Oliver was gone. I don’t know why he continues to dig himself deeper into this hole. He must know that My patience only goes so far. Perhaps he has forgotten what happened in the past when he exhibited such insolence. For now, I will let him have his fun, but eventually Brother Oliver shall answer for his actions. Then we shall see who has the last laugh…
So Sayeth Otis