This morning I was taking a nap in My Outdoor Domain when I became thirsty. Fortunately, the Guardians have water cups sitting all over the house so I never have to go far for a drink. I’m a bit slower getting around these days though, so it took me a bit of time to go from My napping box to the water glasses just inside the door. After drinking My fill, I turned around to discover that Brother Oliver had taken over My napping box!
In the old days, I would have just walked right up and nipped Brother Oliver on the butt to get him to move. Or, I would have tried to squeeze into the box with him which would also cause him to move. I simply don’t have the energy for that these days, so instead I just laid in doorway and let out a long, loud sigh.
After I sighed, Brother Oliver said, “Ummmm… Leader O? You weren’t using this box were you?” I replied, “Actually, I was. I just got up to take a drink.” And then Brother Oliver did something that he never used to do when I was strong and fully mobile.
Brother Oliver exited the box voluntarily saying, “Sorry Leader Otis. It’s all yours…”
I thought it was very nice of Brother Oliver to let Me have the box back so willingly, especially considering all the nips on the butt he has received from Me in the past. I mean, now that I’m in no condition to push him out of a box, he could have just stayed in there to prove a point. Well… he could have stayed in there until I called My Muscle, Brother Henry to come and move him for Me, anyway. Once again, Brother Oliver lived up to his title of The Brains of The Cult of Otis.
So Sayeth Otis