Otto was one of my cats. I rescued him from the NYCACC from an adopt-a-thon. He didn't get along with my male cat, RB Casey so I put a notice up on the bulletin board at work. Mike and Carolyn Kodas adopted him. When they lived in CT, the allowed him outdoors when they were home and only during the day. While I didn't like it, there wasn't much I could do. They do adore him.

He had gotten into fights with neighborhood cats and they patched him up. I tried to ask them to keep him in, but they claim he gets antsy if they don't let him out. I've cared for him while they've been gone and he was never like that for me. But this last episode almost killed him! He's now 10 years old. I feel really bad for him.

I'm trying to remain very calm. I just get angry at how jovial he sounds about "Otto's Adventures". UGH!!!