Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here. A few hours ago the Guardians got out the portable kitty jail, put Brother Henry in it, and took him out the door. When he returned he relayed the harrowing tale of his visit to some new, specialty Bad Place. He said he was brave the whole time he was there. He only hid under the Guardian’s scarf to make her and the other Guardian feel better.
According to Brother Henry, the place the Guardians took him to specialized in teeth and mouths. Brother Henry has been having pain in his mouth recently. It’s been so bad on some days that eating hurt. He was spotted a few times hissing and running away from his food bowl, and he has lost a little weight (although he’ll always be 17 pounds of tabby fury in my eyes!). The good people at this new, specialty Bad Place said that Brother Henry has something called “Caudal Stomatitis”. At least, that’s what Brother Henry thought they said. He was busy comforting the Guardians some more by hiding under the scarf during the discussion.
Brother Henry also said that during the discussion he heard that he needed to have some teeth extracted to help correct the problem. He heard them schedule an appointment for that this Wednesday. When Thomas heard all of this information he decided that, what with the year we have had, we must all be living under some sort of kitty health problem curse… possibly one that was put on us by wiener dogs. I assured him that it was probably just nothing more than bad luck, but I have to admit, in the back of my mind, I did wonder about the possibility of a curse.
So Brother H will have a long day on Wednesday. Please keep him in your thoughts and purrs, and send comforting paw pats and head butts his way. Thomas or I will be sure to let you know how he does that day as soon as we are able.
So Sayeth Brother Oliver