Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here. The Leader regained consciousness about four hours after Brother Henry and I confiscated His chickened bananas yesterday. When He came to, we convinced Him to head upstairs to Kitty Valhalla and relax on the Sacred White Cloud of Eternal Comfiness. He did as we asked, but he followed a circuitous route to get there which I am almost certain was a veiled effort to find where Brother Henry and I had hidden the bananas. When he finally plopped down on the cloud, he let out a mournful yowl and said weakly, “My head hurts….” He then fell into a deep but troubled slumber.
Brother Henry and I knew that Leader Otis would go right back to the bananas at the first opportunity, so while he was catatonic we both hacked up hairballs all over them. When the Guardians discovered the mess, they got rid of the bananas for us.
For now, the worst seems to be over. The Leader is still in for a hard week of catnip withdrawal though, so I’m not sure when he will be able to resume his blogging. Until he’s able to do so, Brother Henry and I got you covered.
So Sayeth Brother Oliver