Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here. Brother Henry returned home this afternoon. He was pretty loopy from the drugs they gave him at the specialty Bad Place, but he seemed to be in good spirits.
Brother Henry isn’t talking yet, and I think it might be both because of the meds he is on and the fact that his mouth is still sore. I heard the Guardians saying that all of his molars, and pre-molars were extracted. Thomas thought that meant that they took away Brother Henry’s stash of furry, burrowing mammals. When I told him what it really meant he just said, “Oh! Ouch…”
I closely inspected Brother Henry and I am happy to report that he smelled fine… except for his booty, but that never smells fine.
As one of the Guardians took Brother Henry over to the couch, I noticed something in a plastic bag on the floor. It was the Guardian’s scarf. I remember she had put it in Brother Henry’s portable kitty jail because he liked the smell of it. I wasn’t sure why it was now in a plastic bag, so I decided to investigate.
A few quick sniffs was all it took to solve the mystery. Brother Henry, in his medicated stupor, had peed on the scarf.
With the mystery of the scarf solved, I decided to head off to the food bowl. When I last saw Brother Henry, he was on the couch being brushed by the Guardian. He was also purring his scarf peeing head off. You’d think he hadn’t just undergone major mouth surgery. Brother H might be even tougher than I thought!
Sir Thomas or I will do our best to update you in a day or two to let you know how The Muscle of The Cult of Otis is doing. Thanks so much to all of you for the kind words of encouragement and support as we have undergone this latest challenge. It has really meant a lot to us!
So Sayeth Brother Oliver