Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here.
Yesterday, as I was taking care of some urgent business in the litter box in the back hall, I heard Brother Henry shout my name from the Living Room. I shouted back, “I’m a little busy here, Brother O!”, to which he replied, “OK, but can you come in here when you are done?” Now too preoccupied to reply, I let the question pass without an answer. When I was finished though, I headed into the living room to see what was up.
As I walked into the living room and saw Brother Henry I felt it. I knew what was happening. Any annoyance I may have had about being summoned vanished immediately. Brother Henry, with a very somber look on his face, looked down at me from the nearby chest of drawers. He said, “Will you do it, Brother Oiver? Will you take the picture? I mean, I know it’s not exactly right. There are flowers in there now instead of feathers. The curtains aren’t the same. I don’t have the same commanding presence as Her… but sitting here… somehow… I feel Her. I feel connected. Will you do it?” Without a word I dragged the camera over into position and did as Brother Henry asked.
After the shutter clicked, the feeling intensified for a moment before dissipating. I looked up on the wall to my right to see the photo that had inspired the moment hanging in its usual place of honor. I saw the differences, but the spirit was the same. I felt at peace.
I looked back to Brother Henry and we stared at each other in silence for a moment. Brother Henry spoke first saying, “Was that real? Was… was she here with us?” I replied, “I don’t think I can answer that, Brother Henry, and I don’t think it needs to be answered. Whether it was based on vivid memories combined with your spontaneous tribute, or something more, the feeling itself was real. That’s enough for me.” Brother Henry said, “Me too.”, and then he jumped down and headed off through the kitchen. I followed closely behind, and as I left the living room I heard a voice from underneath the couch softly whisper, “Long live The Queen…”
So Sayeth Brother Oliver
Wonderful. And Sir Thomas, I know she heard you. Indeed, Long Live The Queen
We believe it was 100% real. If our observations are correct, Mama Cat was careful in who she trusted and perhaps even more so in who she loved. The Cult of Otis earned her trust and affection. Because those feelings are so strong, we believe that for the rest of your lives you will feel Mama Cat’s presence on occasion. Hopefully Leader Otis will also make himself known to you when he feels ready to. Visits like these are so joyful, with only the end being bittersweet.
we have no doubt that Her presence will surround all of you. Long Live the Queen indeed
Loved reading this today. Lovely reminder of how beautiful Mama Cat was and what she means to everyone.
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In tears after reading this. Good tears, though. Mama Cat was so beautiful. I think of her every day when I play with Luna, who, darling though she is, can’t compete in the Flying Squirrel cat-egory. Thank you for this tribute, Brothers and Sir Thomas. Long live The Queen of our hearts.
I was telling a friend about Leader Otis and Mama Cat (and everyone else, of course) the other day. Just as thinking about my own cats who have passed brings on tears, so did reading this lovely tribute. Long live the Queen. ♥♥♥
She is always with you…
Have a wonderful Wednesday…
Noodle and crew
Long Live Momma Cat!!! She was one beautiful an special girl who taught us all so much about trust & 2nd chances.
Borther Henry your tribute was beautiful….
Sherri-Ellen & Purrince Siddhartha Henry ❤ ❤
*leaky eyes*
Indeed. 🙂
This brought a tear to my eye. I miss her, still. And Leader Otis. And Papa. But this is a lovely, lovely photo.
:’)
I love this photo tribute so much, guys. What a wonderful job. Those who have left this plane live on in our hearts and it is good to take time to reflect on their beauty, deeply rooted within our memory. Purrfect moment. Thanks for sharing with us. Peace to everyone!