Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here,
This might be old news to many of you by now, but the Guardians have kind of been hogging the computer so this was my first chance to fill you in on what’s been happening. Brother Henry, Sir Thomas and I have been eavesdropping on the Guardians’ conversations as much as possible as we have been very concerned about the smaller Guardian’s progress fighting cancer. We have been doing everything we can to help her. For instance, we have been gluing ourselves to her whenever she sits on the couch or lies in bed, and we we have been waking her up early every morning to make sure she is still OK. So far, she has been.
Anyway, last week she had a doctor appointment that was pretty important. It was the one at which she found out whether or not she would need chemotherapy treatments. Even though I am The Brains of The Cult, that stuff is kind of over my head. I just know that if she had to have it, it would have made her feel very bad and possibly cause a lot of shedding. That thought made Thomas very worried that the Guardian might develop a hairball of epic proportions since her head fur is so long.
Not long after the Guardian came back from her appointment, she got on the computer and updated the page on which she is keeping all of her human friends in the loop on her health. Brother Henry was sitting on the table next to her as she wrote, and I asked him to look at the screen and see what he could discover. He looked over, took a deep, relieved breath, and then shouted, “NO KEE-MOOOOOOOOOOH!”
Thomas heard Brother Henry’s shout all the way from our Outdoor Domain, and he yelled, “YAY! HAIRBALL CRISIS AVERTED!” and then began to yowl his head off because he couldn’t contain his happiness. I began to yowl excitedly as well, and I ran around the living room until I reached the snack bowl and decided to have a celebratory feast.
So that’s the news, Disciples of Otis. I know the Guardians have been saying there is still more that the smaller Guardian will have to have done before she is fully recovered, but I have sensed so much less stress coming off of them since they got this latest news. My own stress level dropped quite a bit too, that is, until I heard the Guardians say something about Brother Henry’s and My annual Bad Place visit being past due. Haven’t the Guardians had enough of doctor’s appointments yet?
So sayeth Brother Oliver