The votes are in and… well… Brother Henry is not very happy about the results. You see, of the 135 votes cast as of 10 am today, Brother Henry received only 5. He says it is a travesty, and it undermines the whole traditionalist Squatting Tiger movement. He was pouting all morning.
So who came in first? Me! I received 41 votes, and I thank you all for supporting kitties rights to interpret Squatting Tiger however they wish or, in My case, however they are able.
The second-most votes were cast for “Who cares? I just want to see more cute photos of cats playing!” That option received 39 votes. Mama Cat came in third with 30 votes, and she was pretty excited. In fact, she did a flying squirrel to celebrate!
Brother Oliver came in 4th with 14 votes, but he is currently hiding from the Guardians so he didn’t perform any celebratory moves. Brother O had to go to The Bad Place on Friday because his left eye looked cloudy. He is now on some nasty oral meds and eye drops so he’s keeping a low profile.
Even though Sir Thomas came in 5th with only 6 votes, he still found cause for celebration. Brother Henry has been his mentor since he was swept up in The Capture, and he couldn’t believe that he got more votes than the mancat he so looks up to. He busted out a fancy, sideways aerial move to show his appreciation to his 6 supporters.
I felt really bad that Brother Henry was so upset by his epic loss. I spent most of the morning telling him that the whole voting thing wasn’t really important at all. I told him that the point of this whole exercise was to encourage people to engage their own kitties in enriching play activities so that the kitties would have healthier, richer indoor lives. Upon hearing that, Brother Henry’s mood changed. He said, “Ohhhhh… I got so caught up in my own opinion on Squatting Tiger that I totally missed the larger point. I’m sorry Leader Otis. Of course I’m on board with encouraging Guardians to play with their kitties. In fact, I’m going to bust out a move right now so I can provide some encouragement of my own.” And then he did.
I asked Brother Henry what his move was called, and he simply smiled and said, “Who cares? The only important thing is that I’m playing…” In that moment, I was very proud of My High Priest.
So Sayeth Otis