Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here. As I was walking through the kitchen this morning I heard Mama Cat’s voice coming from the living room. She sounded frustrated, and she kept repeating, “I want them. I want them. Why are they in there? Why can’t I have them? I want them.” I entered the living room and found her sitting on top of the big cat tree with drawers by the window. She fell silent when she saw me.
I said, “Hi Mama Cat… is everything OK?” She said, “No, Brother Oliver, everything is not OK. Don’t you see them? There must be at least forty or fifty perfectly good feathers right here next to me. They are locked inside this glass box. I want them. I WANT THEM!” As she said that last sentence, she got an intense look about her that was a little bit frightening.
I said, “Well, I’m sorry Mama Cat, but the Guardians put things in glass boxes like that when they don’t want us to get them. Leader Otis calls them ‘frustration boxes’, but we’ve gotten so used to them they don’t really frustrate us all that much any more…” Mama Cat was silent for a moment, and then she said, “Frustration boxes… well…WE ARE NOT AMUSED!” Then she stormed off with her nose in the air. It was a little weird, but you know what? As she left she kind of had a royal air about her…
So Sayeth Brother Oliver