People and fur people who are Disciples of The Leader Otis,
It’s Thomas. There is a story I feel I need to tell. It has gone untold up to now because the unexpected departure of Her Majesty The Queen Mama Cat was still too near, and too painful. But it’s actually a happy story, so I will tell it now. As you may recall, the Super Outpost Tabby Tower was long the main stronghold here in the indoor domain of The Cult of Otis. That all changed when Her Majesty arrived. She took over the Tabby Tower and claimed it as her own… as was her Queenly right. I for one loved to look up at her in awe as she gazed down on all of her loyal subjects below.
There was a problem though. With The Queen taking over our most important security structure, Brother Henry was at a loss as to how we could properly keep a lookout for any suspicious canine activity. He fretted day and night that The Long-feared Dog Uprising would commence, and that The Mongrel Horde would be at our doorstep before we so much as unsheathed our claws. The Guardians must have sensed Brother Henry’s worry because they built an entirely new tower right across from the Tabby Tower! The Brothers and I were so excited!
Brother Henry dubbed the new structure Super Duper Outpost Tabby Tower, and immediately began sitting sentry duty on the tower’s uppermost platforms. Although She did not say it, I am sure The Queen felt much better seeing him over there and witnessing his vigilance. Ummm… She got a little mad whenever he looked at Her though.
Whenever Brother Henry needed a break, I took a turn on the tower, keeping a sharp lookout to ensure The Queen’s safety. No wiener dog would dare disturb Her slumber with me on the job! And I did not dare make eye contact with her for fear of vocal reprisal!
Although Queen Mama Cat is now gone, The Two Towers still stand. We can use both for our security purposes now, but I still sometimes climb up onto Super Duper Outpost Tabby Tower and stand watch, all the while pretending that The Queen is safe and sound one tower over.
Sometimes, while I am sitting there pretending, and if I concentrate really hard, something amazing happens. When I look quickly back over my shoulder to the platform on the other tower where Queen Mama Cat used to lay, for I split second I swear I can hear her hissing at me. And my reply is always the same, I shout “Long live The Queen!”