This is it. The final day. If you haven’t reached full Leader inspiration after this, I’m afraid you never will. Ready? Here we go.
Whew! Sorry, I guess I got kind of carried away. Still, now that you’ve spent five days looking at Me posing contentedly on a bench for a photo session, I hope you realize the significance of these photos. I was born the son of two feral cats. I was terrified of people, and it took the Guardians over 5 months just to get Me to the point where I would let them touch Me. Despite My fear and stubbornness, they never lost hope. They weren’t willing to let Me live anything less than the safe, happy, healthy life that all kitties deserve, and they fought for Me until I accepted that life.
I am here, seven years after My time in the wilderness, because two people made the choice to save Me. If they had made a different choice, there would be no Me and there would be no Blog of Otis. That is what I want you to take away from all of these photos of Me, and that is what I want you to think about in the future when you encounter a kitty wandering alone in the wilderness. The choice is yours.
So Sayeth Otis