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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]



There are many purrks to summer.

Basking in the sun that shines through the window, watching my family play in the kitty pool, and the scent of the furresh outdoors on evfurryones clothes.

Ah! But of course with the good, comes the bad.

My purrents tell folks that I am the very definition of a “scaredy-cat”, and I cannot completely deny this. Especially when it comes to the terrifying summer night thunderstorms. Or has my sister has dubbed them – dinosaurs!

To make matters worse, the rain on our […]

August 5th, 2020|The OTIS Feed|


Shortly after last week’s post, the unimaginable, unthinkable, most devastating thing happened.

As I made my daily venture to the fridge and meowed in my usual polite manner in order to obtain my favorite turkey treat, I was instead given — CHICKEN!


In all my cat years, this kind of atrocity has nevfurr happened befurr.

You see, because of the paw-demic, my purrents now make the fewest possible trips to the turkey store, and appurrently miscalculated how long they had until more turkey was needed to replenish […]

July 29th, 2020|The OTIS Feed|

Snuggle Man

One should never doubt the feline instinct.

Evfurry evening, after my mother has finished her fussy routine of tidying up the house, she attempts to sneak ovfurr to the couch and interrupt my ever-so-peaceful “befurr bed” cat nap in the hopes that I will suddenly become her “snuggle man.” She asks this of me in her obnoxious cat-mom whispurring-style voice as usual.

Admittedly, I feel well, sort of badly about this. Mostly because I used to snuggle with her a lot more in my youth. The truth […]

July 22nd, 2020|The OTIS Feed|

Safety Furrst

Nearly evfurryday, the mailman shows up on our doorstep like clockwork and leaves behind a variety of undisclosed treasures (you guessed it; my mother is a contributing member of something called Amazon Prime). Yesterday it was a gigantic box, which admittedly, made me  supurr excited.

Like a kid on Christmas morning (purrpobably because she furrgot what she ordered) my mom came home furrom work and ripped open the box, pulled out a car seat, inspected it furrom top to bottom, and then neatly placed it off […]

July 15th, 2020|The OTIS Feed|
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