A Different Kind of Day

One day last week started out very differently. All my humans came in to see me. (And I mean all 12 of them!) They stood around and talked and no one seemed ready to do any work. Then another human lady came in and went into the big room. She started setting up a machine and moving furniture. I hide behind some furniture and watched her. She seemed nice and I thought I could tell that she lived with one of my distant relatives. Nan came in and I went and sat with her. She told me that the other lady was Diane from Midyork (where's Midyork? Is that near 'home'?) Anyway, Nan introduced us and Diane told me how handsome and nice I was. She is very smart, I thought, but I couldn't understand what she was talking about so I left. The rest of the library was empty. No humans were there! It was very nice to be able to sit where ever I pleased without humans making sounds at me or trying to pet me or pick me up. Diane stayed for a long time and then all the humans started eating something. I went back to Nan to check that out and she showed me what they were eating. It was ok, but not what cats really prefer. After Diane left, another human lady came in and set out bowls of water for my humans. (That seemed weird. I never knew they liked their water in bowls.) They seemed to be having a good time playing with the water, putting sticks in the bowls and rubbing them on some balls leaving designs. And the main part of the library stayed empty! I kept checking on things making sure no one got in who wasn't suppose to. Finally, my humans had had enough fun playing with the water and the sticks and they cleaned up the big room. Most of them said good-bye to me and left. A few of them started to do work, and other humans came into the library. I had had enough excitment for one day so I climbed up to my cardboard bed and took a nap. I think my humans should have more days like that. I really enjoyed it!

Is There Anyone Out There?

Is there anyone out there? Mary says that humans enjoy reading my stories but very few humans or felines ever write back to me and I was just wondering why. It's easy--so Mary tells me. She says you just have to 'click on' (what ever that means) the word comments at the bottom of one of my stories and type your answer in the box that says ''Leave Your Comment". She says you don't even have to sign your name if you don't want to ! Just 'click on' (again, what is it??) the anonymous dot. If you want to type your name in the comment box, she says that's ok, too. I think I'd like to get some comments. Do they taste good to cats?

On My Own, Again

I think this is going to be one of those weekends when I'll be on my own. Several of my humans have paid me long good-byes, saying something about Tuesday, whenever that is. Nan told me that Tamika will be here tomorrow and she'll make sure I have plenty of food and water to last but it won't be the same as when my humans come in in the morning. I've been thinking about what I can do when I'm alone that won't make The Man too angery with me. There is a new roll of paper that needs a little lace decoration on the edges. If they forget to put the top on tight on the treat box that might be fun, too. The Man might come in one morning to visit. He'll let me out of my room while he moves the white stuff from the other side of the door, and maybe he'll play the water game with me. If I'm careful I could even get in a good game of tag with him. Other than that, there's not too much to look forward too. I will be able to nap where ever I want. Paul won't make me move from my favorite chair and Mary will let me stretch out across her desk. There is a new box in my room that says "bong" regularly, but I'm almost use to it. And I hope they don't put the radio on too loud!

Going to the Dogs

Things are going to the dogs around here. Everyone knows Lucky, my 'canine' friend that greets people by the new book shelf, and now there is another 'canine' sitting on the chair that rocks by the water machine. I don't know that one's name, it suddenly appeared there the other day. And today, another one walked in the front door! This one was alive and interested in me so I took off and Nan shut the door to my room so I could be safe. I watched it through the window as it walked around the library with its human and it seemed polite enough. Mary (of course, it would be her!) went over and talked to the human. She told me later that the dog was a German Shepard who was a Service Dog. That means, the dog lived with that human and helped her whenever she needed help. The dog's name is Kita and she is 2 1/2 years old. She's lived with that human since she was 11 weeks old and replaced another service dog who helped that human for 13 years. Mary told me the reason she didn't pet Kita or talk to her was because Kita was working and you're not suppose to when she's on the job. Kita looked very smart and was well behaved and her human told Mary that Kita lived with a cat and liked us. I don't know if I want to find out excatly how much she likes cats, besides if she comes here when she's working I shouldn't bother her, should I?