Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here. When we left off yesterday, Mama Cat told me that she had trouble trusting mancats because of the way she was constantly attacked by them while she was in Limbo. I was doing my best to convince her that times had changed, and that she no longer needed to worry now that she was in The Promised Land. She was understandably hard to convince, so I decided to use actions rather than words.
Mama Cat ran out of the room yelling, “YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T LOOK AT ME BROTHER OLIVER! AND THEN YOU LOOKED AT ME! HOW CAN I TRUST YOU IF YOU DON’T KEEP YOUR WORD!”
I let out a deep sigh, and then I heard a voice say, “A valiant effort, Brother Oliver, but methinks M’Lady is best admired from a distance…” I said, “Sir Thomas? Is that you?”, but there was no answer… only silence. I decided to nap on what had just happened, but I resolved not to give up until Mama Cat finally faces her inner demons and puts them to rest once and for all.
So Sayeth Brother Oliver