Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here. When we left off yesterday, Brother Henry and I were marveling over the amazing blankets that Christine and her family had sent. As we did so, we realized that there was a beautiful blue blanket we had overlooked. This one was for the Guardians. I was excited because it meant the Guardians would be able to keep their laps warmer for me to sit on!
Brother Henry and I decided to spread our two blankets out on the bench below the front window. Brother Henry immediately started practicing the art of Ninja Focus, concentrating on the frilly edge of his blanket.
At this point the smaller Guardian entered the living room. She was very excited to see all of the beautiful blankets. She came over and scooped me up, blanket and all.
As I rode around on the Guardian’s shoulder, I heard Brother Henry say, “Now there’s something you don’t see every day…” When I asked him what he was talking about he said, “You look like an overstuffed kitty burrito!”
Just as I was about to protest Brother Henry’s assessment of the kitty burrito as being “overstuffed”, I heard Thomas’s voice say, “OH MY GOSH! WHAT ARE THESE!?” I looked down to see him standing by the rest of the blankets which had been piled together. I said, “Disciple Christine sent us all blankets, Thomas!” Now even more excited Thomas said, “You mean there’s one in here for ME!?”, and then he started searching through the pile.
At that point, the Guardian turned to set me down. I lost sight of Thomas for a moment and when I looked back toward the blanket pile he was nowhere to be found. The Guardian went to the pile and pulled her blue blanket out of the stack. She then sat down on the couch and spread the blanket on her lap. I took the opportunity to join her.
After sitting for a few moments in toasty bliss, I heard a noise come from behind the couch. It kind of sounded like a contented moan. I climbed up on the back of the couch and looked behind it. That is when I discovered where Thomas had gone.
I jumped down in front of the couch to get a look from the other side. When I peeked under the couch, I saw Thomas looking at me with wide eyes. He said, “Brother Oliver! I never knew wiener dog fur was so soft and warm! I am sooooooo cozy!” Apparently, he thought the blanket was made from real wiener dog fur.
I decided not to disabuse our resident knight of his newfound belief that wiener dog fur is warm and soft. He seems to worry about the little dogs so much, I figure that his associating them with cozy comfort might be a positive thing. I left him to his coziness, and returned to the Guardian’s lap. I looked over toward the window and noticed that Brother Henry had ninja focused himself all the way to sleep. That seemed like a brilliant idea to me, so I followed suit and quickly dozed off with feelings of love, warmth, and gratitude filling my feline heart.
So Sayeth Brother Oliver