People and fur people who like The Leader Otis,
It’s Thomas. When we left off yesterday, I had just rushed off to Kitty Valhalla because I realized that I was the last cat in the house that could protect Leader Otis from the LFDU. Well, it turns out that it wasn’t the LFDU I needed to worry about. When I arrived in Valhalla the Guardians had just left, and to my horror I saw that they had given some of the stinky dried plant to The Leader! He was eagerly diving in.
I have no idea what the Guardians were thinking. Even though most of Leader Otis’s battles with addiction happened before I was swept up in The Capture, I am well aware of His little problem. Considering the way this strange, dried plant had affected The Brothers and Mama Cat, I was pretty sure that nothing good could come from The Leader having access to it. After Leader Otis had eaten most of what had been left for Him, He suddenly gripped the blanket on which He was laying as if He felt the earth shift beneath Him.
Then the plant must have really kicked in. I watched as The Leader’s pupils fully dilated. He began to chuckle softly to Himself as Brother Henry had been doing.
There was really nothing I could do at that point except for stay close by and watch over The Leader. I settled into my safey-safe cubby hole for what promised to be a long evening.
Watching and listening to Leader Otis all night, I started to feel a little crazy myself. Whatever that stuff was, it makes banana catnip seem mild by comparison. I, for one, shall not be partaking of that foul weed. A knight must always keep his wits about him in case his services are needed.