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
Mom traded in her beloved Volkswagen GTI just shy of four years ago fur a mom-car. The Kia has served its purrpose but has definiatlly sported the typical “mom-mobile” look. Needless to say, Mom is ready fur a mom-car glow-up. The purroblem is Mom is supurr picky about what she wants. (Who’s wearing the picky pants now, Ma?) With absolutely no negotiation, Mom’s ride has to be black on black, it can’t be too big as she’s not comfurrtable driving a big car, it […]
Hey furriends, I’m down here – in the pile of clothes. Mom was in the middle of sorting laundry and thought I’d try to model my new pants fur you, but it appears they won’t be ready to wear again until supurr time. I’m refurring to my picky pants. Purrsonally I think Mom can return them, but I’ll let you be the judge.
Allow me to explain a bit more. I’ve been taking little nibbles of my supurr then leaving, which is my way […]
Happy (Belated) Mother’s Day
I hope all you Mom’s out there had a wonderful Mother’s Day. We celebrate Mom evfurryday here at the homestead. Afterall, she is the glue to our family. She makes sure the house is always spic and span (but mostly because she has an OCD purroblem), appointments are scheduled and met (except fur her own – that’s a story fur another day), reminds us of everything (she’s famous fur reminding us to clean up after ourselves), and makes sure we all feel loved (“I […]
Who Let The Dogs Out?
Sorry fur the semi-action shot this week. I was trying to catch the dogs. And when I ask who let the dogs out, I don’t mean the animal kind. Although that would be a valid question, I’m in fact refurring to human toe beans. You see, with the climbing tempurratures recently Mom is all about wearing her flip flops. If Mom had it her way, she’d wear them all year round. “My feet like to breathe! They hate being cooped up in socks and […]