Disciples of The Leader Otis,
Brother Henry here. I just wanted to let you know that both Mama Cat and Brother Oliver survived their Bad Place visit yesterday. Brother Oliver’s ack-knee apparently isn’t too bad, and the good people at The Bad Place gave the Guardians some kind of wipes to use on his sores. He should be fine in no time.
Mama Cat’s eye was also not as bad as it could have been. I overheard the Guardians saying that her eyeball was not scratched or punctured, but that her “con junked iva” was infected. I have no idea what that means, but apparently treating it requires that Mama Cat has antibiotic drops put in her eye every six hours. So where’s Mama Cat now, you ask? Well, have a look.
The Guardians have set up the office and an adjoining bathroom to serve as the Mama Cat Convalescent Quarters. There she will stay while she undergoes her eye treatments. You can never be sure how a kitty is going to react to a sudden change of living situation, but so far Mama Cat is adjusting well. She was a little nervous about the closed doors at first, but with a lot of pets, soothing words and general reassurance from the Guardians, she settled down quickly.
So what’s next for Mama Cat? From the discussion I heard the Guardians having, it’s too early to know. Apparently, they asked the good people at The Bad Place to test Mama Cat for a number of different ailments. They wanted to know how her health is overall and if she had any weird combinations of letters. The combinations they seemed particularly concerned about were F, I, and V, and F, E, L, and V. I gathered that either of those combos would be bad.
Anyway, one thing is definitely not next for Mama Cat. She is not getting dumped back outside in the world without walls, not if we here at The Cult of Otis have anything to say about it. And you know what, we do! Mama is currently relaxing on the proper side of a window for a kitty, and she is under our protection.
So for now Mama is safe, and you can rest assured she will remain that way. Not only is she now contained by solid walls, doors and windows, she is being defended by 17-pounds of tabby fury and 10-pounds of whiskered gallantry! That’s right, Agent H and Sir Thomas are on the job! Any who seek to harm Mama Cat will be met with the full measure of our combined might!
So Says Brother Henry