Earlier today I was napping on the tall cat tree with drawers by the window. Brother Oliver came dashing into the room chasing a fly and he woke Me up. As I opened My eyes, I was still really groggy, and one of My nictitating membranes was reluctant to open. I guess you could say that, at least for a moment, I had a lazy third eyelid.
Brother Oliver looked at Me and said, “I’m sorry for waking you up Leader Otis, but you don’t have to give Me the stink-eye!” He then left the room in a huff. I thought about following him and trying to tell him that I wasn’t giving him the stink-eye, and that I was really just having trouble waking up My third eyelid. But then I changed My mind. I decided to just go back to sleep and join My already sleeping eyelid. I think it had the right idea all along.
So Sayeth Otis