Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here. The Guardians have started letting Mama Cat roam around the house and intermingle with the rest of us in recent days, but only when they are home to supervise. There have been a couple hissy fits, and a spraying incident or two early on, but there’s nothing too discouraging to report. Brother Henry has decided that he will get Mama Cat to like him at all costs. He visited her at her favorite napping shelf yesterday and he was pouring on all the charm he could muster. I could hear him in there saying, “C’mon, Mama! I’m a nice kitty! I know we can be friends!”
I didn’t hear Mama say anything, but Brother Henry continued, “I know we’ve had our spats in the past, like that time you swatted me through the enclosure and I swatted you back… but we’re both in The Promised Land now! What do you say we just put the past behind us and have a good snuggle together.”
Mama Cat still did not reply, so Brother Henry pressed forward saying, “OK, so I know it’s probably a bit overwhelming being in here with four impressive mancats, but we all respect you greatly! As you know we are enormous fans of your Catlympic performances, and we can’t wait for you to be able to teach us what you know without having wire walls separating us! I can tell you are very happy and comfortable here, and we only want to make you more so!”
Brother Henry added, “We are all so excited that you are here, Mama Cat, and I just know we are all going to have so much fun together. Won’t you just give us a chance?” There was a brief silence, then I heard Mama Cat say a single word. It was, “Maybe.”
That one word answer seemed to knock the wind out of Brother Henry’s sails. He jumped down and headed out the door that leads to the living room, passing me as he did so. As he walked by, I heard him muttering something under his breath. I couldn’t make it out very clearly, but it sounded like he said, “I don’t understand catwomen”.
So Sayeth Brother Oliver