The Search Party

People and fur people who are Disciples of The Leader Otis,

It’s Thomas.

This morning, Brother Henry and I were relaxing in the living room when Brother Oliver came running in. He was very excited and he said, “Brother H! Sir T! The Guardians just came home with another photo of a “lost” poster. We have to organize a search party immediately!”

Brother Henry and I looked at each other and then Brother Henry asked, “Ummm… Brother Oliver? The Guardians have come home with well over 100 lost posters in the past 4 years and we’ve never organized a search party in the past. I mean we couldn’t really even search if we wanted too because the Guardians follow The 11 Commandments of Otis and we are safely confined. Why is it so important that we try to arrange a search party in this case?” Exasperated by Brother Henry’s response, Brother Oliver said, “Because… well, just look at the poster!” And then he showed us the photo the Guardians had taken.

Lost Chicken Poster

This is the poster that the Guardians saw.

Brother Henry and I both stared at the photo of the poster for a moment and then, after wiping a little bit of drool from the corner of his mouth, Brother Henry shouted, “Search party! Assemble in the Outdoor Domain now!” Brother Oliver and I were already there before Brother Henry even finished his sentence.

Oliver, Henry and Thomas search party

Our search party assembled in the Outdoor Domain before Brother Henry even finished his sentence.

We searched every square inch of the Outdoor Domain, and we kept vigilant watch over the backyard in case the chicken came into view. Unfortunately, it never did. After sitting out there for three full hours, Brother Oliver had one of his flashes of genius. He said, “Guys? The Guardians always keep a stash of our freeze-dried chicken treats hidden away somewhere, right?” Brother Henry and I agreed with his statement, and Brother Oliver continued, “Well, what are we doing out here looking for a chicken when we already have one in freeze-dried form hidden somewhere in the house?”

Five full seconds of silence passed before Brother Henry shouted, “Search party!  Re-assemble in the kitchen!” Before Brother Henry even finished his sentence, Brother Oliver and I were already there.

Thomas Out

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7 responses to “The Search Party

  1. msphoebecat

    Are you sure if you had found the lost chicken you fellows would have returned him to his Guardians for a reward of eggs?! Even if you did return him, remember that his Guardians would expect to have him returned safely: ALIVE and in one piece.
    I think your search party for the freeze dried chicken was far nicer and less messy!

  2. rhiannonpaine

    I’ve never seen such hyper-vigilant kitties, even when Thomas is looking for the LF(W)DU. I agree with msphoebecat that your motives were perhaps not entirely pure? I hope that Lost Chicken is found (though not by cats) and that you sniffed out the hidden stash of freeze-dried treats.

  3. OMC. We will join your search party!

  4. mistletoeandhitch

    Chicken? Yum!

  5. At least with the freezedried ones you dont have to worry about the feathers! MOL

  6. Sandy

    Lightning fast – that is what you are. It is good to know that you can mobilize quickly in case there is ever a wiener dog invasion.

  7. Oh nose a missin Chickin!!! Siriuslee diz cuud bee sumone’z pet Chickin….oh who me kiddin?? Diz iz lunch!! Brekkie!! Suppa!!! So sad da chickin iz lost tho…reelly….*wipez drool off chin*
    Yerz, Nylablue ❤

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