The Guardians were out late last night, and they were acting sort of strange when they finally came home. They slept in later than usual today, and when they got up they seemed sluggish and hypersensitive to noise. They’ve been hanging out together on the couch drinking tea and occasionally making groaning noises. At first, The Brothers and I were excited when they got out of bed. We were racing around the house and Brother Henry was meowing at the top of his lungs. The Guardians’s response was to say, “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Brother Oliver surmised that it must be “Shhhhhhhhh Sunday”, a day during which we are all supposed to be especially quiet. So we all decided to jump up on the couch and sit next to the Guardians to honor the spirit of the day.
All things considered, Shhhhhhh Sunday is very relaxing. Brother Henry is having trouble sitting still though. He believes that the strange behavior of the Guardians last night, and their disheveled state this morning, indicates that an agent in the long-feared Dog Uprising tried to poison them last night. Brother Oliver disagrees. He thinks the Guardians did this to themselves. When they asked Me what I thought I just said, “Shhhhhhhhhhhhh!” And then settled down between them for a nice, mid-morning nap.
So Sayeth Otis