Disciples of The Leader Otis,
Brother Henry here.
Soo… this morning Brother Oliver was supposed to write a blog post telling you that all of us, including Sir Thomas, have been steering clear of Kitty Valhalla since the strange incident the other day. Sir Thomas is actually playing dumb, acting like nothing happened and he’s just doesn’t want to hang out in Valhalla because he’s bored with it. Brother Oliver and I have been steering clear because, well, that pink, plushy freak makes us very uneasy. I mean, we’re pretty sure it’s not able to move on it’s own, but Thomas’s reaction to it is really making us wonder.
Anyway, when I noticed that no blog had been posted this morning, I went looking for Brother Oliver and this is how I found him:
When I told Brother Oliver that this was a gross dereliction of duty, he chuckled a little bit and said, “Heh heh… you said ‘doody’…”. That’s when I smelled the catnip on his breath. I know this isn’t the first time one of us has shirked our responsibility to blog, but I really was expecting more from Brother Oliver, especially with the mystery that is still lingering about the events in Valhalla. I mean, that pink thing… it’s really creepy! I wish there was someway I could get that crazy grinning face out of my head! I… wait… hmmmmm… You know what? Maybe Brother Oliver actually has the right idea. If anyone needs me, I will be on the couch.
So Says Brother Henry