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
When The Family’s Away…
Mom, Dad, and Ellie just took a trip to Iceland; purrimarly to visit family. Surpurrise surpurrise, they left me home alone fur an entire week with the exception of a daily visit furrom Nana around suppurr time.
I’m usually on my very best behavior when I’m home alone. I try to be mindful of the amount of fur I leave behind. I know how hard Mom works to keep the house spotless. On the occasion I see a bug in the house, I’m always polite and nevfurr kill it. […]
Becoming A Purrfessional
This might come as surpurrise to some of you; but I feel like it’s time to finally come clean and tell the truth now that we’re 146 posts in. I’m not really a writer, nor do claim to be or think this would be the purrfect purrofession fur me. In between catnaps recently, I’ve been giving it a lot of thought as to what I want to be when I grow up. Depending on how you look at it, I’m going to be 13 in […]
The Man. The Myth. The Cat Dad Legend
So what if this isn’t the most flattering picture of Dad and I? It just so happens to be one of my favfurrites. Clearly we go way back. The only thing that’s noticeably diffurrent is the amount of white hairs we both have thirteen years later. Regardless of how we look and how old we are now, I have, and always will, consider Dad to be my human.
Sure Mom is the one who really wanted to adopted me, but it was Dad that I felt […]
Bad Timing
Hopefully I’m not interrupting you right meow, but to err on the side of caution, I’ll make this post short and sweet.
You know when you’re out to eat and you’ve just taken a bite of your delicious meal when all of a sudden the waiter comes over to ask how everything is.
Talk about bad timing, right?
All you can do is offer a semi-smile and a nod hoping they get the point to come back at a more convenient time.
Maybe it’s because waiting tables was her furrst […]
