Yesterday, I walked into the living room to find Thomas sitting on one of the posing benches. I asked what he was doing and he said, “Brother Oliver put me in time out for hissing at him.” I said, “Wait, you mean because of what happened outside? Wasn’t your hisser stuck?”, and he replied, “Ummmm… yeah, but Brother Oliver was still upset that I hissed at him so he insisted on the time out…” I told Thomas that he was free to go, and that I would handle Brother Oliver. Thomas thanked Me and quickly headed off toward the litter box. I laid down behind the cat tree to wait for Brother Oliver.
Eventually Brother Oliver came strolling into the living room. As he entered, I heard him say, “What the? Where did he go!? I told him he was in time out!” Brother Oliver jumped when I said, “Who did you tell he was in time out, Brother Oliver?” Brother Oliver said, “Oh! Leader Otis! I didn’t see you there. I… uhhhh.. I told Thomas he was in time out because he hissed at me. You understand right?” I replied, “Yes, Brother Oliver, I totally understand kitties having to be in time out for doing things that are wrong. So Thomas just hissed at you out of the blue and for no reason?” Brother Oliver said, “Yes! Well… no. He was worked up because of a Raccoon and I must have startled him when I sniffed him from behind. He hissed once, and then a bunch more times when his hisser got stuck. But the point is, he hissed at ME! You have to admit, this whole situation warranted a time out, right Leader Otis?” I agreed with Brother Oliver that a time out was definitely warranted, just not for Thomas.
It might seem like I was a little harsh with Brother Oliver, but I think he sometimes forgets that when both Thomas and I were first being swept up in The Capture, he used to hiss at us all the time, and it wasn’t because his hisser was stuck. I think he was genuinely afraid that new kitties coming into the house would threaten his relationship with the Guardians. Once he realized he was still loved just the same, he calmed down and accepted us. Well, he actually didn’t accept Me until the day I encountered the Sacred Rat of Fate, but that is another story.
All right, I guess I should go tell Brother Oliver that his time out is over now. It’s time for Me to take a nap, and I am in dire need of a comfortable pillow.
So Sayeth Otis