Disciples of The Leader Otis,
Brother Henry here.
I walked into the living room this morning to find Thomas laying on his back with his belly up in the air. It looked like he was doing his power nap/belly fur drying technique again.
I decided to head over to the cat tree in the window so I could stand guard duty while Thomas was napping, but as I passed Thomas his eyes suddenly snapped open. He shouted, “I have you now, wiener! Oh…hi Brother Henry.”
I asked Thomas what he was doing and he said, “Well, I’ve been patrolling the house all week waiting for the wiener attack I know is coming, but no wiener dogs have appeared. I decided to switch tactics and pretend to lower my guard. I figured if the wieners thought I was vulnerable they would move in for the kill, and when they did I would totally massacre them…ummmm… in a chivalrous, knightly manner of course.”
I stared at Thomas for a full thirty seconds, and then, not knowing what else to say, I simply said, “Carry on.” I then left the room, deciding I would sit sentry duty in the back window instead. After all, I didn’t want to spoil Thomas’s grand new plan.
So Says Brother Henry