This morning, Brother Oliver came up to Me in My Outdoor Domain and said, “Leader Otis, I think you’ve been hitting the catnip a little too hard today. You’re turning into a niphead.” I said, “A niphead? What’s that!?” And he said, “You, right now. You’re a niphead.” He then went inside, giggling as he went.
Yes, I do like to partake of the nip from time to time. And yes, I had just been rolling in a fresh pile of the green stuff right before Brother Oliver came outside, but I really don’t think it’s fair to call Me a niphead. Oh well, I’m not going to let it bother Me. I’m sure it’s just Brother Oliver once again trying to play some stupid prank. Niphead… ha! I’m no niphead. Now if you’ll excuse Me, My Disciples, I think I should go bathe. It feels like I have something stuck in the fur between My ears.
So Sayeth Otis