People and furry people who like The Leader Otis,
It’s Thomas, or should I say, Secret Agent T. I went on a mission last night. Yes, a secret mission. As the Guardians sat with me after breakfast this morning, I don’t think they suspected a thing.
You see, late last night, under cover of darkness, I stole downstairs. I patrolled the ground floor for any suspicious wiener dog related activity and was relieved to find none, but I didn’t stop there. As the Guardians gave me my after breakfast pets, I reflected on the next phase of my mission.
After clearing the ground floor, I entered super shadow stealth mode and snuck down the steps to the basement. I patrolled the hallway, the bathroom, and then I entered the Guardian’s bedroom. The Guardians were asleep on the bed. Brother Henry was snuggled up against one of them, and Brother Oliver was snuggled up against the other. Leader Otis was nearby, sleeping in his own private bed. Everything looked safe and secure in the room, but I couldn’t quite see the entire bed. If I was going to certain that no wiener dogs were present, I would have to get up there.
Just remembering what happened next got my blood pumping. I had to retreat from the Guardian’s hand and sit in my nearby cubby hole to calm down a little.
I approached the bed, hesitated for a moment, and then jumped up. I sat down between the Guardians and scanned for any suspicious lumps in the sheets that might indicate a hiding wiener dog. Brother Henry was purring to my left. One of the Guardians sounded like they were purring to my right. Without thinking, I began to purr as well. My purring must have woken up the Guardian with whom Brother Henry was snuggling, because before I knew it his head had lifted slightly. The room was dark, and I am as shadow, so I don’t think he could fully make out what he was looking at. He raised his hand as if he was going to reach in my direction, at which point I made a hasty exit. I’m pretty sure that in his half-awake state, he wasn’t even certain what had happened.
I retreated back upstairs, secure in the knowledge that my family was safe and secure, and that my cover had not been blown. Huh… my family… I kind of said that without even thinking, but you know what? I think that feels right. The weird cats and the Guardians are now my family. And as long as Secret Agent T is on the job, they will remain safe from wiener dog attack.