I visited Thomas up in Kitty Valhalla yesterday to wish him a happy anniversary and discuss all that had happened since he was swept up in The Capture. He had a lot to say about his joys, his sorrows, the challenges he has overcome, and those he has yet to conquer. I mostly just laid there and listened.
After talking for quite some time, Thomas fell silent for a moment. Then he said something that made My heart sing. He said, “Leader Otis? I have really learned to enjoy the security duties Brother Henry has given me as his Junior Agent, but I think I might be able to do more around here. Can I be one of your High Priests like Brothers Henry and Oliver? I think I might be really good at helping you guys spread The Good Word. I mean, I have kind of already been doing it!”
I repositioned, so I could look at Thomas, and I said, “Thomas, you have no idea how long I have been waiting to hear you say that. I am thrilled that you want to become a full-fledged member of My inner circle. Unfortunately, I have to refuse your request to become a High Priest.”
Thomas appeared crestfallen. He looked at Me with a puzzled expression and said, “Ohhhh… I’m sorry Leader Otis. I just thought… well…” I quickly interrupted and said, “No, Thomas! You misunderstand Me. We need you as a part of our movement, but High Priest is just not the right role for you. You see, we are on a crusade to ensure that all cats are happy, healthy, and safely confined. A crusade needs warriors! Individuals of impeccable character and unflinching courage that can lead the battle against the forces of darkness! You have proven yourself such an individual. Through countless trials you have persevered. You are a shining beacon of hope for neglected and abandoned kitties everywhere. You are not High Priest Thomas, you are SIR Thomas! The first true knight in our movement! Brother Henry is our shield, but you shall be our sword!”
Thomas’s eyes opened a little bit wider, and I heard him whisper, “Wow! A knight!”
After a moment of silence, Thomas said, “Ummm… Leader Otis… I accept. But now that I am a knight, who will I be?” I asked Thomas to clarify what he was asking and he said, “Well, Brother Henry is Your protector, and the symbolic protector of kitties everywhere. It took me awhile, but I eventually figured out that is why you call him The Muscle of The Cult of Otis.” I nodded to indicate that he was correct, and he continued, “And Brother Oliver, despite his mischievous side, is wise in the ways of the world. He often explains things that the rest of us can’t, and he comes up with ideas that none of the rest of us would. So he’s The Brains of The Cult of Otis.” Again I nodded, and Thomas finished by saying, “So we have The Muscle and The Brains, and of course we have You as The Leader. Where do I, as a full-fledged member of the Inner Circle, fit in?
I stepped forward and moved aside the corner of the blanket on which Thomas was sitting. Using My mouth, I grabbed the corner of a piece of paper that had been hidden under the blanket many weeks ago, and I pulled it out. I laid the paper in front of Thomas and said, “As I mentioned, I’ve been waiting for some time for you to fully embrace your place among us.” As Thomas took in what was on the paper, he involuntarily said, “Whoooooooooooa!”
As Thomas continued to stare at the illustration, I said, “Sir Thomas, you embody everything that we are working for here in The Cult of Otis. You represent the best possible outcome for a kitty in a desperate situation. You have been through the fire. You have climbed the mountain. You have made the journey that I hope every lost kitty can make. And through it all, you never lost heart. Therefore I dub you Sir Thomas, The Heart of The Cult of Otis, and I am extremely honored to have you at My side.”
An extremely proud look washed over Thomas’s face, and then he said, “Thank you Leader Otis. I won’t let you down.” As we both settled in for our afternoon nap, I felt confident that Sir Thomas was right.
So Sayeth Otis