WE WOULD LIKE YOU TO MEET OTIS JOE, A CAT LIKE NO OTHER
OTIS JOE & ASHLEY JO
Our director of advertising Ashley Kristjansson is a self proclaimed crazy cat lady … with only one cat. Luckily for Ashley, and now the entire world, that one feline is a world class nap taker, the gold standard of grumpiness, and God’s gift to Instagram. Everyday, tens of hundreds of people are inspired by the one and only Otis Joe to cuddle, mooch, and snack on turkey deli meat to their heart’s content. Otis is a soon to be ten year old house kitty, his lineage is unknown-like most comic book heroes-but mom Ashley believes he is part Turkish Van, perhaps explaining his love for the aforementioned sandwich meat. “I love him as though he were my furrrst born, I am his familiar if you will, unfortunately, my husband is his favorite person-reluctantly I might add-but I will continue to fight for his undying love and attention.” His life has been full of ups and downs, from his early experiences with the outside world to the comfort of his cat stroller, as well as his long battle with “cat acne” Otis has etched his name into the annuals of cat history. Now, for the first time ever, the legendarily lazy feline will allow our cameras into his everyday life. Main Street Magazine and its readers have been granted one of a kind access to the King of Catnaps and all of his furbaby adventures, won’t you join us? What do you say Otis?
[All cat puns are not my intellectual property and are the sole responsibility of my mother who refuses to let twenty four hours go by without using one. -Otis Joe]
THE OTIS FEED: A DAY IN THE LIFE OF
Dearest Gentle Reader
Dearest gentle reader. Oh my goodness, purrdon me! I’ve been binge watching too much Bridgerton with Mom recently…evfurry episode starts out that way. What I meant to say is, how’ve you all been? Let’s bring each other up to speed.
My flabbers are gasted, AKA I’m flabbergasted that June is already more than halfway ovfurr. We, of course, celebrated Father’s Day this past Sunday. I sure do have the best Dad evfurr. Life would not be the same without him telling me to shush […]
Going to War
Whelp furriends, it’s time to batten down the hatches, slick back your fur, and put on your helmets because we are going to war…against the spongy moth caterpillars. I had no idea they were going to be this bad this year. Consequently, I wasn’t nearly as purrpared as I should have been, so I grabbed the nearest helmet I could (Mom’s bra…only because I’m a little too big to share clothes with Ken) and hunkered down.
My poor kid sister got bitten more times than […]
Emotional Support Animal
This last month has not been easy fur Mom in purrticular. Her paternal grandfather passed away recently, and although Mom is purretty good when it comes to hiding her emotions, I’ve seen her breakdown more than I’d like to admit lately. Although this is completely understandable, I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. So I shed my tough guy purrsona and became the emotional support animal Mom needed in times of such sorrow. Fur some reason, I always assumed emotional support animals were fur […]
My Paw Hurts
At furrst, I thought my right furront paw hurt furrom either catnapping on it fur too long or jumping off the bed wrong, but it turns out it was furrom signing so many autographs of Main Street Magazine. Not to worry, limping fur a couple days was totally worth it after receiving so many compliments and some fan mail, too. You sure know how to make an indoor kitty feel special. Paws crossed you were able to snag a copy! By the way Aunt […]
