Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here. When we left off yesterday, Brother Henry had just conceded that his butt was stinkier… WHAT? WHAT, BROTHER HENRY?… hmmm… it seems he doesn’t remember that part. Anyway, after the part that Brother Henry doesn’t remember, the Guardian started unpacking the mysterious box that he had brought home. Inside were a number of items wrapped in white paper.
The Guardian pulled out six paper wrapped items in all and laid them out on the floor. Each one had a card with a Cult of Otis Inner Circle member’s name on it! Brother Henry and I were bursting with curiosity, and we couldn’t help but get right in the middle of all the packages. I asked Brother Henry if he could smell anything now that the items were out of the box and he said, “Yes! I smell love, and thoughtfulness… oh, and incredible kindness too!” This time, Brother Henry and I both agreed on what we smelled.
The Guardian started removing the paper and then we could see that there were blankets underneath! I couldn’t believe my eyes! The Guardian laid each blanket out with their respective cards, and Brother Henry and I looked at each one closely. They were amazing! The blanket with my name card had wise old hooty owls on it! The card said, “To: Brother Oliver. Your brains have saved the day more than once, but your heart is even bigger.”
As I was looking at my blanket, I heard Brother Henry let out an excited gasp. I ran over to his side and saw that he had found his blanket. It had cool, crazy ninjas all over it and a card that read, “To: Brother Henry. Now you can be 17 pounds of ninja tabby fury.”
As Brother Henry started practicing some Kitty Fu moves and pretending to be a ninja, I looked at the next blanket. Before I even knew it was coming, I burst out laughing. Brother Henry came over to see what I was laughing about and he burst out laughing too. The blanket laying in front of us was covered in wiener dogs! The card said, “To: Sir Thomas. Keep your friends close and your wiener dogs closer.”
When we looked at the next two blankets, we stopped laughing. This was not because we didn’t like them. It was because the kitty’s they were made for are no longer with us. The first was a beautiful blanket covered with swords, a dragon, a castle, and a queen. The card said, “To: Mama Cat. Long live the Queen.”
The next blanket was one Leader Otis truly would have loved. Bananas, presumably catnip bananas, covered the entire thing. The card said, “To: Leader Otis. We carry you in our hearts sweet boy.”
Although neither The Leader nor Mama Cat were physically present to enjoy their blankets, the objects that they had inspired still made Brother Henry and I smile. We felt that the two blankets were wonderful symbols of the joy both Mama Cat and Leader Otis brought to others during their time here with us. We miss them dearly, but now, when their absence feels especially hard to bear, we will be able to snuggle up on these fleecy tributes and feel their presence.
I looked up from the assorted blankets and noticed that the Guardian had just finished reading a card that came in the box with the blankets. I also noticed that tears here were streaming down his cheeks. As he closed the card, I heard him whisper, “Thank you so much, Christine, Levi, Bella, Genevieve, and Mooster…” Brother Henry and I looked at one another and then began to purr in unison… our own way of saying thanks for the wonderful gifts from Christine and her family. We then turned to our respective blankets and started wondering over their softness, their patterns, and their craftsmanship. It had not yet occurred to either of us that we should probably go tell Thomas about the special blanket waiting for him in the living room.
So Sayeth Brother Oliver
Tomorrow– Mysterious Delivery Part III: The Cozy Knight