People and fur people who like The Leader Otis,
It’s Thomas. There will probably not be anything new to report about Leader Otis’s condition until he has his next Bad Place visit, but The Brothers and I are going to continue to take turns updating the blog until The Leader feels better. Sadly, today I have the death of another wildling at the paws and jaws of the Limbo kitties to report. In the backyard, the Guardians discovered the chewed body of one of the little diggy-guys that help them aerate their garden. I heard them refer to the diggy-guy as “Mole”, so I guess that was his name. The poor little guy’s digging days have come to a premature end.
The Guardians don’t think Mama Cat was the culprit in this wildlife killing. They saw at least three other cats in the yard on the day the diggy-guy’s body turned up. Also, Mama did not seem particularly interested in presenting the diggy-guy as a gift to the Guardians, the way she did when she killed a crunchy birdie a few weeks ago.
Regardless of who crunched the diggy-guy, I could tell it made the Guardians sad. As with the birdie that Mama crunched, they decided to make sure the little diggy-guy’s death was not completely in vain. They placed his body on a table in the backyard, where it would be highly visible to the neighborhood crows. I guess the crows are currently raising crunchy baby crows, and the Guardians thought they might like to feed the diggy-guy to the babies. Sure enough, less than 20 minutes after they put the diggy-guy on the table, I saw a huge, crunchy crow flying away with the body. I watched from a window as I was safely confined inside the house. If all kitties were kept so, the little diggy-guy would still be out there digging, and the kitties themselves would have longer, healthier lives.