People and fur people who like The Leader Otis,
It’s Thomas. Earlier today I was napping up in Kitty Valhalla when I heard a commotion outside. It was Brother Oliver’s voice yelling, “IT’S TOO HOT!” I peeked out the window and looked down in The Leader’s Outdoor Domain to see The Brothers and Leader Otis laying in a widely spaced pattern around the enclosure. Brother Oliver yelled “HOT!” again while I watched.
Getting no response to his vocal complaints, Brother Oliver quieted down. At that point, Brother Henry spoke up and said, “Leader Otis, would You mind moving over here away from that door. I feel like my reflexes are a bit slower today because of the heat. If The Mongrel Horde attacks, I want to make sure I can get in between You and them in time.”
Leader Otis started to say that He thought it would be highly unlikely that agents of the Long-feared Dog Uprising would be active in such heat, but He eventually decided that arguing would be more tiresome than simply complying with Brother Henry’s request. He trudged over and laid down between The Brothers, being careful not to come into contact with either of them as that would have caused an unwanted transfer of body heat.
After The Leader laid down, Brother Henry said, “OK, let’s see… Agent O! Do you have The Leader’s Back!?” Brother Oliver replied with a mumbled noise that sounded vaguely like, “Yes sir.” Brother Henry then looked back over his shoulder and said, “We’ve got a good three feet of space between me and the wall back there, so no terrierists should be able to nip me through the wire. I think we’re good to go. Leader Otis, you may nap at will.”
Brother Henry then looked back over at Brother Oliver who had begun to lick his foreleg. Brother Henry said, “Agent O! What are you doing? Are you bathing while on duty!?”
Brother Oliver said, “No Agent H, I’m not bathing. You see, we cats have very few sweat glands, and those that we do have are only on our feet. But I have found that if I wet my fur by licking it, I will get cooler as my kitty spit evaporates. It’s like sweating, but I have to apply the sweat with my tongue. Don’t you ever cool off that way?” Brother Henry replied, “Hmmmmm… maybe I do. I think I always just did it subconsciously though. I didn’t really realize I was simulating sweating. I think I’ll try it right now!” Brother Henry then started licking his armpit.
As The Brothers continued to moisten their fur, Brother Oliver said, “Don’t you need to cool off too, Leader Otis?” Leader Otis replied, “Actually, I still have very little fur on My belly, and a shaved spot on each foreleg from all My visits to The Bad Place. The heat is dissipating off My body very well right now!” Brother Oliver said, “Oh yeah. I forgot about that. I kind of wish I had a shaved belly too. If I did, I would do this.” Brother Oliver then rolled over on his back.
As Brother Oliver laid on his back with his legs up in the air, Leader Otis said, “Hey. Do you guys know what today is?” Both Brothers said that they didn’t, and Leader Otis said, “It’s “Sizzling Hot Sunday!” Everyone laughed, and then Brother Henry said, “Oh my gosh! That should be today’s blog post!”, to which Leader Otis replied, “Yes it should, but it’s too hot too hot to move. What do you think we should do?” No one had an answer to that. No one, that is, except for the unseen listener above them.
They still did not see him as he disappeared from the window and moved, as shadow, downstairs to the computer. When they came to check on him later, he was back in his secret lair (well… not that secret) dozing fitfully with a curious smile on his lips.