|High Cat napping outside and out of sight|
Fast forward six years. I meet and marry the man of my dreams and, in turn, marry his cat. Oliver is old, very old. Oliver is low cat, living under the beds, slinking under tables. The only sight of him is when he sneaks into the dirty laundry and makes off with one of my shirts. For two years we live with two essentially non-existent cats.
|A rare photo of high cat and low cat sharing the same plane|
While tiny, tiny Lily is very young she is an old soul. She becomes the new mid-level cat. The new non-existent cat. We are only aware of her presence when entering the house and calling her name. We get a couple quick chirps letting us know her whereabouts, then silence. High cat is somewhere being high cat. Lily is somewhere being mid cat. It remains as such for a year.
|Lily and Poods during the calm before the Otis Storm|
Right about now I'm thinking this would be a very good place to insert the JAWS shark theme music.
While we still have high cat. And we will have mid-level cat. We have now added:
Otis, The Instigator.
No longer is anyone non-existent. There is now complete awareness.
There is scratching on closed doors. Day AND night. Paws under doors. Cats springing from every piece of furniture at any given moment. Cats lapping up breakfast shakes when a head is turned. Cats ALWAYS under foot. Otis has taken our peaceful existence and turned it on its ear.
Oh, how I long for a morning of sleeping in without an early paw in the nostril wake up. That said, I wouldn't trade it for the fun that is Otis. Oh-Ty. Oatey Oats. Oh Ty Taeo. Otis, who brought to life a family of non-existent cats.
|Otis keeping a paw on Miss Lily|
|Otis preparing a sneak attack on the Poods|
|Tiny Otis snugging with his best pal, Lily|