Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here.
When we last left off, Brother Henry and I had put our plan to discover what Thomas has been doing in Kitty Valhalla into motion. The only problem was, the way into Valhalla was blocked by Thomas’s minions. I didn’t know what to do so I called Brother Henry in for backup. After Brother Henry arrived and got over his initial shock at seeing the Minions, he said, “Brother Oliver, forget about the minions for a second. Can you see anything up there in Valhalla?” I strained to see over the unnerving plushiness that stood between me and Valhalla.
I turned back to Brother Henry and said that I couldn’t really see anything over the minions. He said, “OK, well let me take a look. I’m a little taller so maybe I’ll be able to see something.” He then came up and joined on the step below the minions.
As Brother Henry joined me, I heard Thomas’s voice coming up from the bedroom. He said,”Hey! Where are you guys?” Thinking fast, I replied, “Ummmmm… Brother Henry just needed some help! We’ll be down soon!” I faintly heard Thomas say to himself, “I thought Brother H said he was going to use the litter box… I wonder what the heck he did in there…”
As Thomas’s voice faded, I asked Brother Henry if he could see anything. He said, “Well, it’s kind of hard to see over these minions, but I think I might see something behind the curtains over… WHAT THE FUR!?”Startled I said, “What!? What do you see, Brother Henry!?” Brother Henry replied, “It’s not what I saw, it’s what I felt. I think this pink smiley thing might have just moved!” All I had to say to that was, “I’m out of here.”, and I headed down the stairs.
Brother Henry lingered for a moment, and I heard him muttering, “Did I really just feel that, or did I imagine it? It couldn’t have moved, right?”
Brother Henry must have decided that he couldn’t be certain he hadn’t felt movement, because he turned and retreated down the stairs. He joined me at the bottom and I asked him if he had seen anything clearly up in Valhalla. He said he hadn’t, but that I was welcome to go back up and check it out myself if I wanted to. And I tried, I really did. My curiosity demanded it of me, but as I neared the top of the stairs the view that awaited me there quickly drove me back down to the bottom again.
Defeated, Brother Henry and I headed toward the stairs that lead down to the bedroom. Thomas was topping the stairs just as we reached them. On his face he had both a satisfied look and a fine dusting of freeze-dried chicken treat powder. When he saw us he said, “Hey guys! Sorry about that litter box problem Brother Henry, but you and Brother Oliver will be excited to know that the Guardians gave me extra treats tonight since I was the only cat down there! I am so glad I heard that crinkling earlier! Well, goodnight!”, and then he headed upstairs toward Kitty Valhalla. As he disappeared up the stairs, Brother Henry and I both heard Thomas say, “Thanks guys!”, but neither of us felt certain that he was talking to us.
So Sayeth Brother Oliver