Disciples of The Leader Otis,
Brother Henry here.
The anniversary of The Leader’s passing is now behind us, but yesterday evening my thoughts turned toward the second member of our Inner Circle who was lost in 2013. I speak, of course, of Mama Cat.
Leader Otis’s departure was very gradual. Although none of us could bear the thought of losing him, we had lots of time to say our goodbyes. This was not the case with Mama Cat. Everything seemed fine one day, and the next she was gone. As I sat in the window pondering the suddenness of that loss, I started feeling a little ashamed of my behavior toward Mama Cat when she came to live with us in The Promised Land. I just wanted her to play with me and have fun, but she would always get angry at me for it. Several times I chased her around the house even though she hissed and growled and told me not to. I should have honored her wishes. I… I didn’t know she was sick…
As I sat there feeling bad about my behavior toward Mama Cat, golden light began to shine in through the window. It slowly roused me out of my deep well of self pity.
The light quickly faded, but when I looked outside I could barely believe what I was seeing. The sky was aglow with color.
As I watched, the light in the neighborhood began to fade, but the color in the clouds only intensified. The clouds closest to me began to shine with a reddish-orange fire that reminded me of the orange, fiery-spirited kitty of whom I had just been thinking.
I thought I must be imagining the whole thing. That color in the sky couldn’t be real. It was just my imagination playing tricks on me… my wishing that I could turn back time… to see her again… to let her know how much I really admired and appreciated her. I closed my eyes, believing that the sky would be back to normal when I opened them again.
But it wasn’t. If anything, the color had intensified. And I know it may have all been in my head, but I swear I felt her presence. I can’t explain it, but I felt it, and I was humbled by the feeling.
Suddenly, I felt something welling up within me. It came from deep down inside and there was no stopping it. And to be honest, I didn’t try to stop it. I let it come. I faced that burning sky and let it all come out. I raised my head and shouted with all my might, “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!”
As I completed my shout I heard another voice somewhere deep within the house echoing mine. It was Sir Thomas, and hearing his rousing cry brought a smile to my face. He had been closer to Mama Cat than anyone, save The Leader Himself, and his approval of my tribute felt like the next best thing to approval from The Queen Herself. As I turned away from the window, I paused to take one last look at the sky. I didn’t think it was possible, but the color had become even more intense.
I don’t know if Mama Cat really had any paw in creating that intense orange fire in the sky. but even if she didn’t, it was the memory of her that influenced my response to what I saw. So, in a way, she really was present, and as long as I long as I keep her in my memory, she always will be.
So the next time you look up at the evening sky and see that orange fire shining down, Think of Mama Cat. And if you are so moved, raise your voice to heavens and let her know she is not forgotten. When you have finished turn your attention back to the earth, go forth and seek out cats that are living as she was before her entry into The Promised Land, and help them in the name of The Queen.
So Says Brother Henry