<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376</id><updated>2011-12-04T06:57:45.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Syd the Biblio Cat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-6844681842056221579</id><published>2009-10-09T14:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:20:07.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Mini Humans Invade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday started out like a normal day...the Man left me out of my rooms to help him in the library but from then on it went down hill...fast!  Nan didn't come in for the longest time!  (I really missed her early morning greeting...and special treats.)  Then the Man and the other guy moved everything out of Nan's room!  And wouldn't even let me in to see what they were doing!!  Finally Nan appeared and then Heather.  Ah-h, I thought, things will get back to normal now.  But they didn't.  They got worse!  First they shut me up in my rooms while they were still in the library with all the lights on!  Second some new humans started coming into the library...I could hear them in the big room but what could I do shut up in here??  Even Mary came back last night!  At least she gave me some extra treats, said something like I would really need them!  Then I started to hear mini humans in the library.  Well, not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; mini ones, more like small to medium humans.  I heard my name a couple of times but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;luckily&lt;/span&gt; none of them tried to come into my room.  I heard Mary and Nan talking to someone they called Mr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hawley&lt;/span&gt;.  Later I heard some one say he was the super.  (What's a super?)  Later Mary and Nan told me that the humans were part of Title One at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Herkimer&lt;/span&gt; Elementary and St Francis schools, what ever they are.  They sounded like good humans but I was glad when they all went home.  Mary changed the noise box to make music instead of just talking about downs and runs and they said good night and turned out the lights and it was quiet at last.  Too many nights like that are not good for a cat like me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-6844681842056221579?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/6844681842056221579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=6844681842056221579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/6844681842056221579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/6844681842056221579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-mini-humans-invade.html' title='More Mini Humans Invade!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-7402272560253530295</id><published>2009-09-16T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:38:47.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Normal...for here!</title><content type='html'>Things are finally getting back to normal around here.  I know, that will never completely happen but the last couple of weeks have been very unusual even for here.  A wet spot appeared on the floor in Nan's room and it smelled awful to the humans!  Heather called The Man and he came in to check it out.  He tried to clean it up and even borrowed some of my litter to put on it to make it stop smelling bad.  By the next morning it was even worse and bigger!  Come to find out a human &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt; in another part of the building was leaking and the water was coming up thru the floor into Nan's room.  (Some lady tried to say it was me but The Man said I'd have to be the size of an elephant to make that spot and besides, I was secure in my suite overnight.)  Nan and Lesley had to pack up a lot of children's books and put them in the big room.  Then a strange man came in and cut holes in the walls!  Now that would have been interesting, but my humans closed the door to Nan's room and wouldn't let anyone in...including me.  What party poops they can be sometimes!  Now I'll never know what's on the other side of those walls.  The holes have been covered but there still isn't a rug on that part of the floor and Nan's waiting for some new bookcases.  I'm glad that much excitment doesn't happen every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-7402272560253530295?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/7402272560253530295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=7402272560253530295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7402272560253530295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7402272560253530295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-normalfor-here.html' title='Back to Normal...for here!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-609068588091775095</id><published>2009-05-16T21:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:21:06.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comings and Goings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;It's been hard to keep track of comings and goings around here.  Sue wasn't around for awhile, then she was back.  Nancy was here Monday morning dressed kind of funny but then she was gone the rest of the week.  Heather is somebody new who's here some afternoons...and she likes cats!  Mary T is back...with something on her leg that makes her walk funny...but she's not here every day.   Susanne and Carol aren't here any more at all.  One day there was even a young relative of mine here!  Mary T told me he was just visiting but you can never tell with these humans.  They might get the idea to replace me or get decide I need a roommate.  It's bad enough I have to share my rooms with the humans but another feline would be unthinkable. Whose bed would it sleep in?  Whose private toilet would it use?  Whose dish would it eat out of?  Not Mine!!  I'm content being a single cat.  I think the worse part of having a roommate would be having to share my humans with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;  There's just enough time every day for them to shower me with love and affection.  When would they get any work done if they had to pay attention to another cat, too?  Nope, 1 cat is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-609068588091775095?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/609068588091775095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=609068588091775095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/609068588091775095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/609068588091775095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2009/05/comings-and-goings.html' title='Comings and Goings'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-7225114473340171357</id><published>2009-03-11T08:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:14:01.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes Around Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy, have there been changes around here with my humansthe last couple of weeks!  Sue's been out with arm surgery and Mary T broke her ankle and had to have 1 plate, 2 pins and 2 screws put it in to keep it together!  Sue' s home but Mary's  still at the Sitrin Rehab in N Hartford(where ever that is!) for another week.   I don't know how long it will before she comes back to work.  But the rest of the girls are taking good care of me.  I just want my family together!  Don't tell any one but I do miss my humans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-7225114473340171357?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/7225114473340171357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=7225114473340171357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7225114473340171357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7225114473340171357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2009/03/changes-around-here.html' title='Changes Around Here'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-3701074807191686318</id><published>2009-02-19T14:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:04:26.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SZ6zx-zC2CI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jOIMCFjpvFc/s1600-h/Staff%2BRoom%2BEntrance%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SZ6zx-zC2CI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jOIMCFjpvFc/s200/Staff%2BRoom%2BEntrance%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304875082341079074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Lesley's been taking photos of my suite today saying how ugly it is.  I think it has that  'lived-in' look.  I have a couple of nice soft afghans that Andrea gave me, one covers the chair I share with my humans (that's me in The Chair.  What's wrong with that afghan?) and the other is in my cardboard box/bed high up on the mailbox shelf.  All the different size shelf units make a nice kitty-gym for me use in my daily workout.  I can jump from the top of each and work my way around the room whenever I feel frisky.  Some of them have narrow edges where I can practice my tightrope walking, too!  Mary's chair has a nice soft high back and if I land on it just right I can make it move across the floor.  That's fun!!  Mary's desk usually has piles of interesting smelling things on it, too,  that I can knock over when no one is paying any attention to me.  Then someone will yell out 'Syd, stay away from those dvds!' (What are dvds, anyway?) And there's that string from a toy hanging in the door way.  The toy didn't quiet meet my standards and was destroyed long ago but the string with it's weighted end still hangs there and I like to play with that.  Now there's a pile of cardboard boxes in the second room that the humans use to send those dvd-things away.  I can spend hours checking o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SZ60kQ1-VWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BWYjFx92YBA/s1600-h/Staff%2BBack%2BArea2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SZ60kQ1-VWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BWYjFx92YBA/s200/Staff%2BBack%2BArea2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304875946178663778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;ut those boxes!  (This is my view from those boxes.  What's wrong with this room?)  My toilet is handily tucked in here, too.  It's close enough so when the girls forget to clean it in the morning I can sit next to it and sing to get their attention.  Everything is nice and handy for me.  I think my suite is pretty darn nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-3701074807191686318?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/3701074807191686318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=3701074807191686318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3701074807191686318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3701074807191686318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2009/02/beauty-is-in-eye-of-beholder.html' title='Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SZ6zx-zC2CI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jOIMCFjpvFc/s72-c/Staff%2BRoom%2BEntrance%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-6916278737109530282</id><published>2009-01-14T11:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:13:49.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Under the Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cats, as a rule, do not live under rules.  It's just not in our nature to obey someone's command.  But I was informed yesterday morning that I now have to obey a rule.  The Washburn Room and the kitchen are off-limits to me.  Not being allowed in the kitchen is just an inconvenience.  I use it as a pass-thru to Nancy's room, or I might duck in there to escape some miniature humans.  Oh, I'd stay and have a bite to eat if someone offered me some tasty treat, but on the whole, it doesn't hold much interest for me.  The Washburn Room, on the other hand, is one of my favorite places.  There are big pieces of furniture to hide behind or under and there is my closet, nice and dark, with all those nice wide shelves to curl up on.  That big counter on wheels is fun to hide behind, too!  But now, all that is just fond memories.  Oh, well, I guess I can adapt to these restricitions.  I won't like them but I'll live with them.  I think I'll get comfortable on this desk chair and dream of my past adventures in those forbidden place.  Oh, well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-6916278737109530282?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/6916278737109530282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=6916278737109530282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/6916278737109530282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/6916278737109530282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2009/01/living-under-rules.html' title='Living Under the Rules'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-296794131811623274</id><published>2009-01-02T12:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:18:46.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma and Syd</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd22ec1ddada475e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd22ec1ddada475e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938657%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA1CAB703047436B40062D48321EE46E367D3438.5E682F6E4FAA63C54867FC6569087B5CD3BEE695%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd22ec1ddada475e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXVzrlGLt3QZelEaxVUa34yK5VFQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd22ec1ddada475e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938657%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA1CAB703047436B40062D48321EE46E367D3438.5E682F6E4FAA63C54867FC6569087B5CD3BEE695%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd22ec1ddada475e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXVzrlGLt3QZelEaxVUa34yK5VFQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alma made a movie of one of her visits.   Now I can see her whenever I want to.  Isn't that nice?  If you like this movie, please click on COMMENT and leave me a message.  I'd like to hear from more humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-296794131811623274?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fd22ec1ddada475e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/296794131811623274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=296794131811623274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/296794131811623274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/296794131811623274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2009/01/alma-and-syd.html' title='Alma and Syd'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-7978809429496077918</id><published>2008-12-15T11:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:46:52.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Minature Humans Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUaKNTiqVZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZHhTmnJbtuE/s1600-h/christmasparty+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUaKNTiqVZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZHhTmnJbtuE/s200/christmasparty+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280059574327072146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUaKNIGMDoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-UOQSwLg3Zc/s1600-h/christmasparty+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUaKNIGMDoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-UOQSwLg3Zc/s200/christmasparty+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280059571254857346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUaKMtJJvuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PBu8lAM0wQs/s1600-h/christmasparty+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUaKMtJJvuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PBu8lAM0wQs/s200/christmasparty+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280059564019531490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUaJWmxoiAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_9D2Zt3Lm3g/s1600-h/christmasparty+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUaJWmxoiAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_9D2Zt3Lm3g/s200/christmasparty+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280058634597337090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was not a day of rest for me.  It started out ok, but first Mary came in and then Linda and Nan showed up.  They let me check out the library and eventually I made my way into the big room.  They had set up tables and chairs and were putting things on the table...not a good sign.  Soon the place was overrun with those miniature humans!  Boy, do they make noise!  Then this guy in a red suit shows up!  He had been in Nan's room for awhile before he went into the big room.    He carried something that jingled as he walked.   You should have seen the little humans react to him!!  I decided then it was time to go back to my room but wasn't sure how to get there, so I went into the closet.  It's a nice big, dark place with plenty of shelves for me to sit on.  Eventually it got quiet and then Linda opened the closet door and saw me.  Mary came in and picked me up and told me I was very smart to hide but it was time to come out of the closet.  She put me in my chair and turned on the music.  They all said 'good night' and left.  I was ready for a nap but remembered Nan had put out treats for me.  I really needed a snack after all that excitement! &lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the man in the red suit and all those little humans?  Click on COMMENTS and leave me a message.  I'd like to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       &lt;object width="320" height="298" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c226ab8e5897ba5c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc226ab8e5897ba5c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938657%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D613214C5346D59ACC62F3C5B951A94A238D9DDF3.370A68FD6108277EF4551A8481A9A560D942A364%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc226ab8e5897ba5c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYAAC8dADiRM49mZKxEAX3o2wBqM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="298" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc226ab8e5897ba5c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938657%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D613214C5346D59ACC62F3C5B951A94A238D9DDF3.370A68FD6108277EF4551A8481A9A560D942A364%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc226ab8e5897ba5c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYAAC8dADiRM49mZKxEAX3o2wBqM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-7978809429496077918?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c226ab8e5897ba5c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/7978809429496077918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=7978809429496077918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7978809429496077918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7978809429496077918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/12/those-minature-humans-again.html' title='Those Minature Humans Again!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUaKNTiqVZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZHhTmnJbtuE/s72-c/christmasparty+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-9191854077802175764</id><published>2008-12-12T10:41:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:14:01.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mary's fr&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUKJ3SfERAI/AAAAAAAAALY/_BmhNu2AgjI/s1600-h/chinesecats.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUKJ3SfERAI/AAAAAAAAALY/_BmhNu2AgjI/s200/chinesecats.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278933296179594242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iend, Wayne, promised before he left to send me  photos of the cats he saw in China and he has!  First he got me a paw pal, Jesse, who's owner is another teacher.  Then he made friends with a white cat and then a black and white cat at a street cafe.  Now he's found another cat at a cafe who let him take its photo.  This proves that Linda and Mary were wrong about the there not being any pet cats  in China.  I knew that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wayne went on  a picnic with his class along the banks of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yangtze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; River .  They dug pits in the sand and cooked their food right there.   Boy, does it look good!   Mary says they're eating with chopsticks (Wayne uses a spoon) instead of forks.  I think you have to be very careful using chopsticks.   Not all the food will make it to your mouth!  (Good for cats like me.)  No wonder the peopl&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUKM-RktBqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jUeQa2PpCPQ/s1600-h/GetAttachment_029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUKM-RktBqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jUeQa2PpCPQ/s200/GetAttachment_029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278936714728769186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e are all so small and thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUKNX-9L5-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/d_2aPfxWojA/s1600-h/GetAttachment_039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUKNX-9L5-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/d_2aPfxWojA/s200/GetAttachment_039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278937156407781346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SUKMeuobQ0I/AAAAAAAAALo/MNlF4YBxIKQ/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/ST65ErRrfRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LFPZMdwX7QA/s200/christmasatthelibrary+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277859303312293138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Andy &amp;amp; Andrea&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/ST64gNYf7HI/AAAAAAAAALI/vuCwPnERjdM/s1600-h/christmasatthelibrary+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/ST64gNYf7HI/AAAAAAAAALI/vuCwPnERjdM/s200/christmasatthelibrary+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277858676812541042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;humans making noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Michele &amp;amp;  Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/ST64fwAu5SI/AAAAAAAAALA/nFmeyG4dBJY/s1600-h/christmasatthelibrary+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/ST64fwAu5SI/AAAAAAAAALA/nFmeyG4dBJY/s200/christmasatthelibrary+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277858668928230690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/ST64eF6yCgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/foD6xT_18Fc/s1600-h/christmasatthelibrary+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/ST64eF6yCgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/foD6xT_18Fc/s200/christmasatthelibrary+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277858640449112578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            (l-r)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy &amp;amp; her squeeze box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More humans making noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/ST63WIyVYuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TkAX6fZsWQA/s1600-h/christmasatthelibrary+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/ST63WIyVYuI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TkAX6fZsWQA/s200/christmasatthelibrary+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277857404268405474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/ST64fs_-PfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/i3k27k5pGzE/s1600-h/christmasatthelibrary+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/ST64fs_-PfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/i3k27k5pGzE/s200/christmasatthelibrary+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277858668119735794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some weird things happened here last Friday night.  For starters, no one went home.  All my humans stayed with me and the ones who weren't here during the day, came back!  And they didn't make me stay in my room, either.  They let me go into the big room to see what they were doing.  And the smells!  Oh, to a cat with a fine palate, the smells out of the big room were heavenly!  Of course, Mary made sure I didn't get close enough to anything to taste but the smells....   But then, the noise that my humans made!  Paul had his round box and Nancy had something that she wore in front of her and squeezed.  The big high box had another lady playing with it.  (Someone was here Wednesday playing with that thing all afternoon.  And the noise he made on it!!  Ooo, some of it sounded pretty good, but other times, it sounded worse than the noise I can make when I'm mad!)  Anyway, the humans keep making all kinds of noise Friday laughing and talking.  I thought they'd never go home and let me sleep.  But Alma was here.  She came looking for me when I got scared of all the strangers and hid.  It was nice to see her again.  I wish she'd come over more often.  I'm glad my humans don't stay that late very often.  They disturb my rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-6037317311211482707?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/6037317311211482707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=6037317311211482707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/6037317311211482707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/6037317311211482707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/12/weird-things-happening.html' title='Weird Things Happening'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/ST65ErRrfRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LFPZMdwX7QA/s72-c/christmasatthelibrary+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-8777225021244215779</id><published>2008-11-26T15:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:38:08.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short But Busy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My humans were busy this week.  They moved the furniture around and brought out boxes with lots of good smelling books in them.  And, they covered 2 tables with round things that smelled sooo good!  I know they must have tasted as good as they smelled coz when I jumped up on the table with them Linda and Mary both yelled at me to get away!  Boy, those 2 are always spoiling my fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Man hasn't been here this week...except for Monday when he showed up in the middle of the day with his Lady.  I didn't expect him and it startled me and I had to find a hiding place to figurer things out.  His Lady came looking for me...she always looks for me to say hello.  (I like a polite human.)  Nan has been doing the stuff The Man usually does in the morning.  But she always takes time to play with me.  Well, he does, too, but he calls me Foolish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Linda, Mary, Nan and Sue have been talking about a trip they're taking.  They keep mentioning someplace called Rockefeller Center and Radio City.  I wonder where they are?  I hope they don't have to stay in their travel bags a long time.  That's what I really don't like about traveling.  I hope they don't stay away too long.  They are some of my most favorite people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mary dropped something on the floor today and had to look under a desk to find it.  She found what she had lost and one of my ping pong balls!  I had forgotten how much fun they were!   I've been playing with it so long this afternoon I think I need a late afternoon nap.  Mmm, I can just see me racing across a shiny floor batting a ping pong ball, the crowd is cheering, I'm....yawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-8777225021244215779?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/8777225021244215779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=8777225021244215779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/8777225021244215779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/8777225021244215779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/11/short-but-busy-week.html' title='A Short But Busy Week'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-8635055990158763040</id><published>2008-11-07T11:56:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:58:52.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chinese Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SRR7QcutejI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5sx1HTAnMAU/s1600-h/DSC04037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SRR7QcutejI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5sx1HTAnMAU/s200/DSC04037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265969386823186994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SRR6gxp5dtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jMGsSf1bCLs/s1600-h/DSC04073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SRR6gxp5dtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/jMGsSf1bCLs/s200/DSC04073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265968567806424786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My paw pal Jesse's human went on vacation.  She went to an ancient Chinese city called Xi'an to see the terracotta army.  Mary told me that a long, long time ago, a Chinese emperor didn't want to be buried alone when he died, so he had his artists make an army out of clay to be buried with him.  The soldiers and horses were all life size and all in different poses and with different faces!   A farmer working in his field dug up the first of these things and then some really smart humans came from something called a university and dug up the rest.  They've found over 35,ooo figures and they think there are thousands more still buried!  Lily says Xi'an is a very beautiful city and very different from other big cities in China.  She's been to other cities like Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Hong Kong and says they look the same with big tall buildings, the same style parks and things.  And worst, she says,  you can't feel it's China coz you can rarely see a Chinese-style building.  It's modernized now.  The only way you know it's China are the people, their culture and their language.  But Xi'an is different.  The buildings are Chinese-style (preserved) and you can see much of the Chinese heritage there.  She says it's lovely and she'd like to go back again.  That's her wearing the Chinese armor! I wonder if it itches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-8635055990158763040?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/8635055990158763040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=8635055990158763040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/8635055990158763040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/8635055990158763040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/11/chinese-vacation.html' title='A Chinese Vacation'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SRR7QcutejI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5sx1HTAnMAU/s72-c/DSC04037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-3558531415412774961</id><published>2008-11-04T10:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:23:27.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>China Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SRBtbG9VuvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BtXw3Sntb8Y/s1600-h/pingpong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SRBtbG9VuvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BtXw3Sntb8Y/s200/pingpong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264828276887894770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mary's friend, Wayne, sent more photos from China.  Here are some of  Wayne's students playing ping pong outside a classroom building.  He says the students are better players than he is.  Wayne thinks there ought to be ping pong tables on the street here in Herkimer like there are in China.  What's on the street in Herkimer? I know there are benches infront of the library that people sit on, and sometimes stand and jump on.  Maybe that's a game like ping pong?  I know that ping pong balls are fun to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SRB0AL7xT-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/cEg-b5Z2T9w/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SRB0AL7xT-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/cEg-b5Z2T9w/s200/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264835510948417506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wayne says this is a nice Chinese museum and these are typical Chinese people.  The lady is dressed up much more than my ladies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do when they come here.  I wonder what she's looking for?   She must be like Mary.  She's always dumping out her bag to find stuff.  Maybe Mary needs a bigger bag.  But this Chinese lady doesn't seem to be having any better luck finding stuff than Mary does. I wonder why humans use bags.  Cats just leave things around and we always find them when we need them. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-3558531415412774961?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/3558531415412774961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=3558531415412774961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3558531415412774961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3558531415412774961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/11/marys-friend-wayne-sent-more-photos.html' title='China Games'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SRBtbG9VuvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BtXw3Sntb8Y/s72-c/pingpong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-5241603104495560146</id><published>2008-11-01T10:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:03:54.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More from China</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SQx8agUkJxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5lNOVF7ko0c/s1600-h/lilysschool3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263718859283900178" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SQx8agUkJxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5lNOVF7ko0c/s200/lilysschool3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SQx8LsbELKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4qxSTUHCsfE/s1600-h/lilysschool2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263718604834352290" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SQx8LsbELKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4qxSTUHCsfE/s200/lilysschool2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SQx8KmXvMhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-yplDsXGeOM/s1600-h/lilysschool1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263718586029912594" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SQx8KmXvMhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-yplDsXGeOM/s200/lilysschool1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;These are more photos from China. This is the school where Lily, my paw pal 's human teaches. It looks very nice and clean there but how come the sky isn't blue?   What kind of trees are they?  It doesn't look like those leaves change colors and fall off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mary's friend, Wayne, is trying to get another paw pal for me. He's been sharing his suppers with a cat at a resturant near his school. That cat likes squid, I don't think I do. Anyway, Wayne is trying to get some photos of that cat. I hope he remembers to ask its name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It had been quiet around here the last couple of days... until yesterday. Then there was a lot of noise and commotion around the glass wall that moves. Some men were outside climbing up things and making a lot of noise. The Man was there watching them. Probably to make sure they did it right and didn't hurt the building. Then when they were finished and went away it was kind of dark outside the glass wall. My other humans were excited about what they had done. It's some kind of covering...awning...over the door. It's suppose to help keep them dry. If they didn't go out they wouldn't have to worry about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Today there are humans in my big room. They have those boxes that make noise. Paul will go in there and play with them and then it will sound pretty good. It's such a nice noise...something to fall asleep to. Yawn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-5241603104495560146?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/5241603104495560146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=5241603104495560146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5241603104495560146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5241603104495560146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/11/these-are-more-photos-from-china.html' title='More from China'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SQx8agUkJxI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5lNOVF7ko0c/s72-c/lilysschool3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-250195707424579454</id><published>2008-10-27T07:34:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:10:49.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandas and Pandas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SQW2k8DwJoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P6dEEwX3vm8/s1600-h/redpanda2.aspx"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261812485365704322" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 314px; height: 220px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SQW2k8DwJoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P6dEEwX3vm8/s200/redpanda2.aspx" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261813833366605282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 332px; height: 215px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SQW3zZwNjeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fAJIDXKtjz0/s200/pandas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got email from Jesse's human, Lily. She sent us photos of her school and of some pandas. Mary knew what the black and white animals were (the Pandas) but she didn't know what the others were until Lil&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261818601233542050" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 283px; height: 229px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SQW8I7cRa6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/lN2Rols2EJs/s200/redpanda.aspx" border="0" /&gt;y told her. They're red pandas! I never seen any animals like that. The Man and Nancy thought they look like raccoons...whatever they are. I wonder what the green leaves are that they are eating? Sometime leaves taste very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lily looks like a nice human. I glad she has Jesse to keep her company. My humans are nice too. I think I'll find a nice spot and think about pandas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SQW1tT-1tDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/L3K89oEOSSE/s1600-h/redpanda.aspx"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SQW1tT-1tDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/L3K89oEOSSE/s1600-h/redpanda.aspx"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-250195707424579454?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/250195707424579454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=250195707424579454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/250195707424579454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/250195707424579454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-got-email-from-jesses-human-lily.html' title='Pandas and Pandas'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SQW2k8DwJoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P6dEEwX3vm8/s72-c/redpanda2.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-7251512726386713623</id><published>2008-10-22T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:39:38.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wasted Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Now, I'm usually a live and let live kind of cat.  Cats, dogs, humans, I'm willing to let them all share my space.  That old Lucky's been here for almost as long as I have and we get along fine.  His reflexes aren't what they use to be and I can get his treat away from him without  any problem.  The miniature humans don't bother me too much, either, as long as I know where they are.  But today I had a shock.  I was walking around the big desk when I was confronted by a DOG.  A real, live, barking dog!  In the library!!  Mary says that dog is a service dog who helps her owner.  But why did she snap at me?  There I was just walking around after lunch trying to stretch my legs before I took my early afternoon nap, minding my own business!  I was so upset I couldn't find a comfortable spot to take a nap.  An entire afternoon wasted!  Over a dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-7251512726386713623?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/7251512726386713623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=7251512726386713623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7251512726386713623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7251512726386713623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/10/wasted-afternoon.html' title='A Wasted Afternoon'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-6377053143835719296</id><published>2008-10-20T14:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:28:36.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Day Sundays</title><content type='html'>Sundays are usually my quite day. I get to sleep in whatever chair I choose without someone moving me. I can lick the cups and glasses my humans leave on the desks and shelves in my rooms and no one yells at me 'stop that'. I can spend hours sniffing the bag of sweet things that someone put on the desk trying to figurer out what's it is. But this week it was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the Man came in and opened the door to my room. He talked to me until I got up and went out into the big room. Then he went out through the moving glass wall and I watched him push leaves around. Mary came in about then and they started moving furniture. They fixed the big pots that brew that nice smelling stuff that they all like to drink in the morning. Mmm, that does smell good. (Nan lets me taste it when I want but it doesn't taste as good as  it smells.) Then Mary made me go back into my room and she shut the door. I sat on top of the metal box and watched what was happening thru the glass wall. Suddenly, Mary turned around and came back into my room. I was so surprised I fell off the metal box! She was worried I might have gotten hurt so she followed me until she could pick me up and then she checked by legs. Of course, I wasn't hurt...but I didn't tell her that right away!  I learned a long time ago you have to make your humans suffer a little to get treated right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that things really started happening. More humans came in and one of them started playing with the thing that those other humans play with on Saturdays...only this human was very good and the noise he made was very nice. That went on all afternoon. I got very comfortable and sleepy listening to him and before I knew it I was asleep. Mary and Lesley came into my room and said goodbye but I didn't even open my eyes. I really prefer my quiet Sundays but once in awhile, a day like yesterday is a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-6377053143835719296?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/6377053143835719296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=6377053143835719296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/6377053143835719296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/6377053143835719296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/10/sundays-are-usually-my-quite-day.html' title='Lazy Day Sundays'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-8909736065784381568</id><published>2008-10-16T09:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:49:44.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>China Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdQmBu3RnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZB70jxE6nSQ/s1600-h/chincconnection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257759704208590450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdQmBu3RnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZB70jxE6nSQ/s200/chincconnection.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdP2m7WNZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SkSDlBZfEDQ/s1600-h/chinaconnection2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257758889559340434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdP2m7WNZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SkSDlBZfEDQ/s200/chinaconnection2.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdQW2XStCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gXaR4xMc5x0/s1600-h/chinaconnection3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257759443458896930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdQW2XStCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gXaR4xMc5x0/s200/chinaconnection3.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is the campus where Mary's friend, Wayne, lives and teaches in China. Isn't it clean? The buildings in the bottom photo are where the teachers live. The other buildings around the track are the classrooms. His classes are very large--about 50 students each--and they are learning how to speak and read English. I wonder how many students around here are learning Chinese? Wayne says the students clean the campus every day! Students cleaning the campus!! WOW! Students here make a mess in the park outside the library every day, not clean it! Wayne says his students are very polite, too. It's too bad young humans around here aren't more like that. I hope he keeps sending us photos. It's nice to see what it's like in China. Oh, I've got to remind Mary to take some photos of me and send them to him. I hope he will like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-8909736065784381568?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/8909736065784381568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=8909736065784381568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/8909736065784381568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/8909736065784381568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/10/china-connection.html' title='China Connection'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdQmBu3RnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZB70jxE6nSQ/s72-c/chincconnection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-4436183153640066086</id><published>2008-10-14T09:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:58:05.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Paw Pal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPTA7Rj-TrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3gdE_XW0Evs/s1600-h/syd%27spawpal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPTBZoPEP_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/9xpMmoG8G6o/s1600-h/syd%27spawpal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257039311089713138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPTBZoPEP_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/9xpMmoG8G6o/s200/syd%27spawpal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257017010738483794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPStHk9A0lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aH0NDQRuBwk/s200/syd%27spawpal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have a paw pal from China! Her name is Jesse and she is a very pretty cat. Mary got an email (what ever that is...do e's deliver mail like the humans do here everyday?) from a lady in China who knows her friend Wayne. Wayne told her about me (maybe he is a good guy, eventho he's so big!) and Mary wrote to her. Lily wrote back today and sent photos of Jesse. Lily is a teacher, like Wayne, but in another school. She is from the Phillipines (another place I never heard of!)and she saved Jesse's life. An old lady was putting Jesse into a plastic bag and was going to throw her into a river when Lily came along. Lily took her home and now they live together. Jesse likes to run around, but since she is still a kitten it is to be expected. Lily must be a nice human if she saved Jesse. I wish I could meet Jesse and Lily. I'm sure Jesse would enjoy running around the library with me. It's so nice having a friend. I hope Jesse writes to me often and tells me what she does during the day when Lily's at school. Mmm, a friend....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-4436183153640066086?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/4436183153640066086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=4436183153640066086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4436183153640066086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4436183153640066086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/10/paw-pal.html' title='A Paw Pal!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPTBZoPEP_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/9xpMmoG8G6o/s72-c/syd%27spawpal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-2636693397030047505</id><published>2008-10-10T09:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:30:30.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News from China</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SO9jAdQJWfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VzS8U7NzxZ0/s1600-h/wayne%27schina3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255528149668157938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SO9jAdQJWfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VzS8U7NzxZ0/s200/wayne%27schina3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SO9kWREl61I/AAAAAAAAAFA/6QEJ9tSm1FU/s1600-h/wayne%27schina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255529623867222866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SO9kWREl61I/AAAAAAAAAFA/6QEJ9tSm1FU/s200/wayne%27schina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255528043703495042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SO9i6SgM6YI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AE36kJFv6vA/s200/wayne%27schina4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SO9i1CtbVdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XBKaHhIkKxY/s1600-h/wayne%27schina3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mary's friend, Wayne, in China has sent some photos of Luzhou--where he lives, and his classes there. The humans he's teaching look very nice...a lot like humans who come in here.  But Wayne says they are much nicer behaved.  Another teacher, Lily, has a cat there named Jesse.  She said she'd send me a photo of Jesse.  I hope so.  I really want to have another cat as a friend.  Mary says she'll keep posting the photos from China, next time some of the school and streets.  That way we can see what China looks like.  Hmm, is she sending Wayne photos of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-2636693397030047505?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/2636693397030047505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=2636693397030047505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/2636693397030047505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/2636693397030047505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/10/news-from-china.html' title='News from China'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SO9jAdQJWfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VzS8U7NzxZ0/s72-c/wayne%27schina3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-3613797178521668888</id><published>2008-10-09T13:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:51:38.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Firedrill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SO5Rr_7kG2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/v7Z1k24JYUc/s1600-h/firedrill+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255227631525436258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SO5Rr_7kG2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/v7Z1k24JYUc/s200/firedrill+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a lot of noise in the library this morning. Some big men in blue suits came in and walked around. Then they played with a red box by the glass wall that opens until it started making an awful sound. It was even worse than when The Man comes in in the morning! But even before that, Mary had put me in the new fabric box that I travel in. I didn't like it in there and was saying so when Nancy said to put me out by the back door. Mary put me on top of something and left me there. I managed to slide off that stand down to the floor and then I kept rolling over and over. (Remember, I'm still in that fabric box!) Mary got worried (good!) that I might get hurt so she picked up my fabric box by it's handle and hung it off her shoulder. That way I was hanging next to her and it wasn't so bad. When the noise started, Mary took me outside.  She said it was a firedrill.    It was different out there.  A lot brighter and there were different smells and sounds. When we came back inside, Mary opened the fabric box but I wouldn't come out. Nancy talked to me for awhile and then I followed her into another room. I had to take a nap after that and everyone gave me extra treats. Mmmh, maybe it wasn't so bad after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-3613797178521668888?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/3613797178521668888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=3613797178521668888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3613797178521668888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3613797178521668888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-was-lot-of-noise-in-library-this.html' title='A Firedrill!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SO5Rr_7kG2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/v7Z1k24JYUc/s72-c/firedrill+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-280055563281894100</id><published>2008-09-30T10:19:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:27:24.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SONyiarfRPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HiGSVT20Lt8/s1600-h/author%27sfair+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252167526046975218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SONyiarfRPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HiGSVT20Lt8/s200/author%27sfair+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were a lot of humans here last week. Mary and The Man moved the furniture and some new humans moved in! They had boxes of books! I would have like to get closer to check them out but Linda had a big table with lots of good smelling food that distracted me. I tried to get close enough to get a taste of something but someone (Mary) was always yelling at me to stay away. A nice girl sat behind the table and &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SONvuf0_fwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uPEdUYz-0UQ/s1600-h/author%27sfair+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252164435052560130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="35" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SONvuf0_fwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uPEdUYz-0UQ/s200/author%27sfair+002.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gave the goodies to people. Mr Paul who use to come in and play with the machines was here ,too. Then some strange men came in and were climbing into the ceiling in the big room my favorite place! After that I decided to stay behind the printer. I didn't care what was happening !! Suddenly Alma came in! She explained that it was an Authors' Fair and a Bake Sale in the main room. I remember other Bake Sales they had here. I usually got a taste of something but no one gave me a treat this time! That's ok. Just having Alma with me was enough. I'm glad she comes in on Fridays. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252166779187258226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SONx28aQY3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/khYURG4u2og/s200/author%27sfair+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-280055563281894100?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/280055563281894100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=280055563281894100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/280055563281894100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/280055563281894100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-day.html' title='A Busy Day'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SONyiarfRPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HiGSVT20Lt8/s72-c/author%27sfair+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-3939712930760228852</id><published>2008-09-18T11:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:25:12.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and Naps</title><content type='html'>Mary's friend Wayne...the one in China...had a birthday today. Or, was it yesterday? Right now here is yesterday in China, isn't it? I never found out if his travel box was big enough or how long he was stuck in it. Mary said he got there ok. He hasn't sent me any photos of chinese cats yet. I heard Linda say they eat cats in China. I hope not! Anyway, I'm still waiting for photos of China. Mary said he'll send some as soon as he gets a new camera. She got a little carried away sending him birthday cards. Linda and Deb helped her pick out some funny cards. At least, I think they were funny. They did a lot of giggling when they were looking at the pictures of the cards. I hope he had a happy birthday. I like it when it's my birthday. My humans give me extra treats then. Well, they give me extra treats whenever I ask for them but they give me special treats when it's my birthday. But they don't wait for my birthday to give me presents. Alma's mom gave me a nice soft blanket for my bed-box last week. It smells so nice and is so soft. I hope Wayne has a nice soft blanket. Mary said his bed was long enough for him but not very soft. I hope he can sleep on a not very soft bed. I can sleep anywhere. Mmm, that bookshelf in Sue's office would be a good place for a nap about now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-3939712930760228852?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/3939712930760228852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=3939712930760228852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3939712930760228852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3939712930760228852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthdays-and-naps.html' title='Birthdays and Naps'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-7205819987403959959</id><published>2008-09-16T12:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:56:56.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SM_q6H9XkUI/AAAAAAAAADY/8g9ipSHThKA/s1600-h/princesspinky+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246670375199674690" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SM_q6H9XkUI/AAAAAAAAADY/8g9ipSHThKA/s320/princesspinky+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day a new lady came to visit. She stayed in the back room and was always available for a back scratch. Her name is Alma and her mom works here.   She's nice too.  Alma's mom even cleaned by toilet when Nan was hiding once. Other humans are willing to talk to me for a little while but Alma stayed with me all day. It was so nice to wake up and see her sitting there. I missed her when she left but she promised to come back and visit again. That 's the way it is with friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-7205819987403959959?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/7205819987403959959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=7205819987403959959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7205819987403959959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7205819987403959959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/09/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SM_q6H9XkUI/AAAAAAAAADY/8g9ipSHThKA/s72-c/princesspinky+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-4184737610358157761</id><published>2008-09-09T10:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:33:16.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SMaXFN8uRsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MfsDTtauqZc/s1600-h/wayne1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244044932019013314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SMaXFN8uRsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MfsDTtauqZc/s320/wayne1+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been watching humans go through the glass walls and wondering where they go. Most of them come back, some right away. Whenever I go anyplace, I'm stuffed into a dark cardboard box first. I always end up coming out of the box in a new place. Then after some pinching and poking I'm put back into the box and end up home again. Is that traveling? I don't think I care much for travel. It's uncomfortable, long and boring. And, sometimes, scary. It is exciting to get someplace new and some of the humans I meet are nice (the ladies, ususlly) but I'm glad to get back home. Mary's friend Wayne is traveling. To China, where ever that is. I wonder how long he's got to stay in his cardboard box? He wants us to get penpals for his class there. I'm not sure what penpals are. I know what pen tops are. They're fun to play with. Are penpals fun to play with, too? Mary's making a list of students who want to be email-penpals with students in China. If you'd like to be part of this, call Mary at the library (866-1733) or stop at the Circulation Desk and talk to her. Wayne still hasn't sent us any photos of cats in China. I wonder if he's sleeping? I always take a nap after traveling. Hmm, maybe I'll take one now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-4184737610358157761?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/4184737610358157761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=4184737610358157761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4184737610358157761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4184737610358157761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/09/travel.html' title='Travel'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SMaXFN8uRsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MfsDTtauqZc/s72-c/wayne1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-7535387263940941623</id><published>2008-08-29T13:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:55:41.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's China?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SLhE6mJXdII/AAAAAAAAADI/8Wg21junm6Q/s1600-h/w+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240013939908506754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SLhE6mJXdII/AAAAAAAAADI/8Wg21junm6Q/s320/w+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of Mary's friends here at the library is going to China to teach and she'd made him promise to email us and tell us what life is like there.  Where is China, anyway?  Do they have cats there?  I wonder if there is a cat in China who lives in a library like me?  Naw, there can't be another cat like me anywhere!  At least not as handsome and smart as me.  Anyway, Wayne is going to tell us about living there. I hope he sends us photos, too.  I want to see a cat from China.  Mmm, living in China, now that's something to dream about.  Yawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-7535387263940941623?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/7535387263940941623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=7535387263940941623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7535387263940941623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7535387263940941623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/08/wheres-china.html' title='Where&apos;s China?'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SLhE6mJXdII/AAAAAAAAADI/8Wg21junm6Q/s72-c/w+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-8308818981714043751</id><published>2008-08-07T13:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:34:50.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Friendship!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SJtErhJ9eRI/AAAAAAAAADA/bEei8r-M5d4/s1600-h/jennifer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231850906546174226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SJtErhJ9eRI/AAAAAAAAADA/bEei8r-M5d4/s320/jennifer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a new friend. Her name is Victoria and she visits me at the library regularly. She always plays with me and tells me secrets. The best one is that she wants to open a bakery on Main St. Boy, that excited my humans! I like Victoria coz her hair smells good. I can always tell if a lady is &lt;/div&gt;going to be my friend by the smell of her hair...and if she lets me bury my head in her neck. We played and talked for the longest time today. It's nice having a friend. Yawn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-8308818981714043751?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/8308818981714043751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=8308818981714043751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/8308818981714043751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/8308818981714043751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/08/friendship-friendship.html' title='Friendship Friendship!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SJtErhJ9eRI/AAAAAAAAADA/bEei8r-M5d4/s72-c/jennifer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-4481212472662470223</id><published>2008-08-06T09:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:16:57.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SJnAXXDQnZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BQb2GTMLsV8/s1600-h/syd%27ssnackI+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231423949724753298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SJnAXXDQnZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BQb2GTMLsV8/s320/syd%27ssnackI+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been another week of miniature humans running around. Today a herd of them chased me into my suite and Mary had to stop them from following me! (She does come in handy once in awhile.) She picked me up and whispered that she wouldn't let anyone hurt me and then she took me out there to meet and greet some of them!! It wasn't too bad: I got petted and had my head scratched between my ears. It's just that those mini humans move so fast...almost as fast as me! The best part was when they had gone, she gave me some extra treats! I wonder if I'm nice to those mini's I'll keep getting treats? Something to think about while I doze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-4481212472662470223?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/4481212472662470223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=4481212472662470223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4481212472662470223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4481212472662470223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SJnAXXDQnZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BQb2GTMLsV8/s72-c/syd%27ssnackI+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-5228100841387810148</id><published>2008-07-24T12:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:22:09.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is flying  by!</title><content type='html'>Boy, summer is really flying by! My humans are here some days and then gone for awhile. It's hard for me to know who's going to be here to take care of me! There are 3 new humans, too. Two are ladies and they're smart. They told me right off how handsome and nice I was. (See, I said they were smart.) The other one is a guy and he's ok. Human men don't pay too much attention to me as long as I don't get in their way, so I hide a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Nancy was my best human friend but now I'm not so sure. This week she invited a man to come here with his rescued friends. They were snakes and spiders and all kinds of bugs. Once I smelled that snake, I took myself back into my room and found a nice safe place. I didn't come out until Mary shook the treat box! I wanted to be sure they were gone. And the miniature humans have been in the library in force! They came to see the snake man this week and last week they came to see the lady who makes the dolls talk. (I think they call her a puppeteer.) She's been here before and she's ok, it's just those miniature humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find a new treat that the miniature humans brought in. My humans stopped me before I actually got one but they sure smelled good and the wrapper tasted fine. I think the humans said they were 'oreos'. That's a strange name for something that smelled so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's getting to be that time of day and my eyelids are getting heavy. I think it's time for a nap.  I've found a new nap spot..it's in a nice deep box full of paper behind the door. My humans haven't found me there yet.  It's quiet and dark and private but I can still see what's going on.  It's perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-5228100841387810148?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/5228100841387810148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=5228100841387810148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5228100841387810148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5228100841387810148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-is-flying-by.html' title='Summer is flying  by!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-2349621297819660227</id><published>2008-05-29T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:34:47.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All's Right With My World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SD7NCm2GOyI/AAAAAAAAACw/ILPoCq16ihM/s1600-h/Picturebag+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205823663957752610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SD7NCm2GOyI/AAAAAAAAACw/ILPoCq16ihM/s320/Picturebag+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are finally back to normal. All my humans are present and accounted for. I'm glad The Man is back. He lets me out of my room a lot earlier than Nan or Mary. It's not that I don't like my room--really a 2 room suite with private facilities--but how many hours can I stay in there without going into the main part of the library to check things out? It's my job to watch what goes on in the library and I find it hard to do with that door shut! I can see thru the window but it's not the same. I like checking out the bags that that other man brings everyday. Boy, do they have some interesting smells! Anyway, The Man is back. He brought his lady to visit me over the long weekend. She's nice but she did say she thought I had gained a little weight. I don't understand how she could think that! I did get more treats per day while The Man was missing coz the girls were trying to make it up to me but I worked the calories off. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-2349621297819660227?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/2349621297819660227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=2349621297819660227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/2349621297819660227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/2349621297819660227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/05/alls-right-with-my-world.html' title='All&apos;s Right With My World'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SD7NCm2GOyI/AAAAAAAAACw/ILPoCq16ihM/s72-c/Picturebag+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-2502099180415704334</id><published>2008-05-12T09:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:46:59.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Who's Missing?</title><content type='html'>Well, Nan's back but The Man is missing. He's been gone since Mary got back (she was only missing for 2 days) and other people are doing what he usually does. Sue and Nan have been emptying the buckets that hold wadded-up paper and today, one of the guys from BOCES pushed around the machine that sucks the dirt from the floor (and he pushed it around for a lot longer than The Man usually does, too!). The other guy from BOCES wiped the glass like The Man does. Last week, Mary and Sue made me put my paw on a squichy, wet pad and then on a hard piece of paper (usually Mary yells at me to stay away from the wet pad). Sue said no one else would sign it and she hoped Jack would know it was from me. (What was it? And who's &lt;em&gt;Jack&lt;/em&gt;?) I don't know where The Man is but I miss him. I have to stay in my room listening to that darn radio until Nan or Mary come in. The Man usually comes in a lot earlier than they do and I can run around and check out the library, making sure everything is ok. By the time they get here, there is hardly enough time to check out anything! I hope he isn't gone for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-2502099180415704334?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/2502099180415704334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=2502099180415704334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/2502099180415704334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/2502099180415704334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/05/now-whos-missing.html' title='Now Who&apos;s Missing?'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-1597174807681142343</id><published>2008-04-25T09:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:05:50.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nan's Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SBHk4EMveQI/AAAAAAAAACo/bHNB0_4UmZQ/s1600-h/syd%27snap+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193183497185884418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SBHk4EMveQI/AAAAAAAAACo/bHNB0_4UmZQ/s320/syd%27snap+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huzzah! Nan's back! I don't know where she's been (she tells me a little each day) and frankly, I don't care. She's back and that's what's important to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Mary's getting better at putting photos on this page.  If only she would remember what to do I think there might me more wonderful photos of me for you to marvel at.  We can only hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-1597174807681142343?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/1597174807681142343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=1597174807681142343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1597174807681142343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1597174807681142343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/04/nans-back.html' title='Nan&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SBHk4EMveQI/AAAAAAAAACo/bHNB0_4UmZQ/s72-c/syd%27snap+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-7258176707377618795</id><published>2008-04-17T11:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:01:42.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week at the Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SBHkN0MvePI/AAAAAAAAACg/1V00zjqzpWQ/s1600-h/syd%27snap+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193182771336411378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SBHkN0MvePI/AAAAAAAAACg/1V00zjqzpWQ/s320/syd%27snap+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nan's been missing all week but she was here for a little while yesterday. At least I think it was her. I was taking an after lunch nap when I was rudely awaken and put in some lady's arms. I think it was Nan. Or else, I was dreaming. Last evening Tamika put that stinky stuff on the back of my neck. It doesn't hurt or anything but the next day (like today) I don't feel quite like myself. And then today there are miniature humans in the big room! They brought some interesting smelling stuff with them, but I didn't want to stay in there with all the little people too long to really investigate. Oh, well, the sun is shinning and I'm ready for a nap. (Mary's been taking my photo but she's having a hard time getting it to show up here. One day she will finally remember what to do!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-7258176707377618795?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/7258176707377618795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=7258176707377618795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7258176707377618795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7258176707377618795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-week-at-library.html' title='Another Week at the Library'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SBHkN0MvePI/AAAAAAAAACg/1V00zjqzpWQ/s72-c/syd%27snap+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-926819432516840405</id><published>2008-04-07T08:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:04:35.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I Have to Put Up With</title><content type='html'>The humans here have been making life interesting for me.  They've shut some doors, opening others, so I have a more interesting way of getting around to my favorite spots.  Then last week, some tall humans came and put up their strange platform and climbed up into the ceiling!  They had one of those things in their hand that made a great deal of noise while putting a hole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the wall!  That was scary!  Then they put some hard string &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the hole and around the door frames.  They didn't do anything with the other end, just left it hanging behind a machine!  This morning I noticed that it was plugged into the machine, but I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th humans who make noise together were here this week.  They sound pretty good sometimes, especially when they make noise with their mouths along with the boxes they play with.  Paul went in with them and played with the big piece of furniture.  That really made nice noise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan is being very nice to me today, saying all kinds of sweet things to me and promising to make things up to me when she gets back.  Does that mean she's not coming here for awhile?  Oh,no, that means Mary will have to clean my toilet, and while she does an ok job, Nan is much better at it.  Mary will probably forget to give me my daily treats, too.  The things I have to put up with!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-926819432516840405?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/926819432516840405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=926819432516840405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/926819432516840405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/926819432516840405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-i-have-to-put-up-with.html' title='The Things I Have to Put Up With'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-7882362369488120511</id><published>2008-03-19T07:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:05:01.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smells!</title><content type='html'>There are some good smells in the library today. Humans keep bringing them in on plates and in boxes. Whenever I get close enought to check them out, someone yells at me. How rude! I just want to make sure everything is ok. That's part of my job. But then, so many humans have been bringing in boxes and plates that I've had to find a good spot to keep an eye on them without being seen. (Once they've put them in the kitchen I can check them out and no one will know. There all covered with shiny paper, anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tables in the library with lots of books on them. They have interesting smells, too. A lot of humans have been coming in and taking the books before I can check them out, too. A book with interesting smells is good for 10-15 minutes of sniffing. A smart cat can learn a lot in a good sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Nan? I've been waiting for her all week. She's been doing this vanishing act regularly this winter. When she comes back I hope she'll tell me about her adventures. I miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-7882362369488120511?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/7882362369488120511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=7882362369488120511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7882362369488120511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7882362369488120511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/03/smells.html' title='The Smells!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-7284515670925493683</id><published>2008-02-25T12:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:28:09.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Kind of Day</title><content type='html'>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!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-7284515670925493683?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/7284515670925493683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=7284515670925493683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7284515670925493683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7284515670925493683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/02/different-kind-of-day.html' title='A Different Kind of Day'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-2778392346780145553</id><published>2008-02-22T12:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:09:45.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There Anyone Out There?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;comments&lt;/em&gt; 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 &lt;em&gt;anonymous&lt;/em&gt; 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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-2778392346780145553?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/2778392346780145553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=2778392346780145553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/2778392346780145553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/2778392346780145553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-there-anyone-out-there.html' title='Is There Anyone Out There?'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-4157464582252286446</id><published>2008-02-15T16:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:52:38.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Own, Again</title><content type='html'>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 &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; 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 &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;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!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-4157464582252286446?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/4157464582252286446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=4157464582252286446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4157464582252286446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4157464582252286446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-my-own-again.html' title='On My Own, Again'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-3110874602383260149</id><published>2008-02-01T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:02:32.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Dogs</title><content type='html'>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?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-3110874602383260149?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/3110874602383260149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=3110874602383260149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3110874602383260149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3110874602383260149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/02/going-to-dogs.html' title='Going to the Dogs'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-5370117874038338838</id><published>2008-01-28T08:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T08:37:09.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Good To Be True</title><content type='html'>Yesterday started out too good to be true. The Man came in and let me out of my room. I didn't expect that but I took the opportunity to check out the library and make sure things were ok. Then another man came in and they started moving furniture. That wasn't what I had expected at all so I got into a nice spot and kept an eye on them. They rearranged things and then Mary came in and did some more. It was too much for me when she decided to clean my toilet (not something that was suppose to happen yesterday!) and I started to get worried. Sue came in then and she and Mary started moving things in the big room. About then I decided to make an exit and went back into my room and climbed up to my box/bed. I was just getting settled when more humans started coming in. There was quite a crowd in the library and Mary shut the door so they couldn't get to me. I watched them thru the window for a while and when music started I thought that was some radio! Suddenly there was a sound I had never heard before and I decided to go into the back room and sit behind some boxes. (Mary told me afterwards it was a harmonica. The things humans will play with!!) Those humans stayed here all afternoon making their music and laughing and clapping and having a good time. Finally they all left and Mary shut off the lights, turned my radio on and said good night. At last I could get a nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan came back from her vacation today. I'm glad she's back. Mary and Tamika have been cleaning up after me but no one does it like Nan! I think today I'll spend with her. Maybe she'll tell me what she did last week and I can tell her about yesterday. Oh, maybe she knows who the other man was. He came back this morning to help move the furniture again, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-5370117874038338838?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/5370117874038338838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=5370117874038338838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5370117874038338838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5370117874038338838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Too Good To Be True'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-1129539562710545515</id><published>2008-01-14T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:27:22.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back on My First Year at the Library</title><content type='html'>The changes my humans have been making around here has got me thinking about the changes that have happened in my life in the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year at this time I was living 'at home'. I'm not sure where that was but Tiff, my first human (who I had been with since I was a kitten) had taken me there when she couldn't take me with her to her new house. The humans 'at home' didn't really like me (and I can say now, the feeling was mutual!) Oh, they feed me but it wasn't the same as living with someone who loved you. Then Tiff thought that maybe someone here at the Library would like to take me home with them and she brought me here. No one had room for me but they said I could live here at the Library. (They had to get special permission to let me do that, so I guess they really wanted me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared those first few days that I hid behind some boxes in the back room and only came out when everyone had gone and the place was dark. Good thing they had put my toilet near where I was hiding! They put my food dish nearby, too. Slowly I realized that there were humans here who liked me and wanted to get to know me better and I started to come out a little. Just as I was beginning to feel at home, these humans played a dirty trick on me. One day they stuffed me in a box and took me outside. When they let me out of the box, I was in a new place. It smelled very clean but with just a strange little odor of cat and DOG! Someone stuck me with something and I fell asleep. When I woke up I wasn't interested in the same smells that I had like before. They put me back in the box and I was back in the Library hiding in the back room before I knew it. I stayed there a couple of days before deciding to trust the humans again. (I had to make them feel bad about putting me in that box, didn't I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were other times I hid behind things. A big, tall man kept coming thru the workroom one morning, taking things from the backroom and putting other things back there. I had never seen him before eventho the other humans seem to know him. No one bothered to introduce us, either, so I went behind the warm box under this desk. It was nice and cozy back there (the wires got in the way a little, but they were soft and I could sit on them.) Finally the man went away and I after awhile I came out. Seems the man was the president of the library's board of trustees and had just come back from spending the winter down south. He's come back a lot but I still stay out of his way. That space under this desk is one of my favorite places but someone cleaned it out and all the toys I had put back there are gone. Just when I start making someplace feel like home, someone has to clean it out. Humans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time I had to hide coz some big boys brought in a wooden bookshelf. It smelled awful and I thought the smell would never go away! (But it did.) Now that bookshelf is one of my favorite places. Some nice lady gave me a blanket to put up on the top of it where I like to sit. Then Tamika gave me a box and put the blanket in it. I didn't like that so much so one night when I didn't have anything better to do, I shredded the blanket. Mary put some towels in the box after that and that was better than the blanket! Nan brought me a nice soft blanket and now my box is a purrfect bed. I like to lay up there coz I can see out the window into the library and if someone new comes into the room I can just put my head down and no one can see me. (I know that I'm above the humans, and this way they know it ,too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of times there were loud noises in here in the middle of the night that scared me. For awhile whenever I walked around my private toilet the same noises that the humans make when they leave at night (and come in in the morning) would start. Then, just as quickly as it started it would stop! Eventually some strange men came into my room and climbed up on the wall over my toilet. (I hid behind some boxes and watched them.) They did something and the noises stopped happening except when it should. That is until the morning when The Man couldn't make the noises stop when he came in. The words he used! Cats like me shouldn't hear those things! The phone rang and rang before things finally got quiet and he let me out of here. He was not happy that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time the minature humans came here was scary for me, too. They move so quick! And the noise they made! I think they were singing and beating on things. I couldn't find a good spot to hide that morning. Now, when there isn't a lot of them, I'll come out to see what's happening. I can keep my eye on 2 of them at a time, more than that and I'll run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered this year that humans like to climb almost as much as cats do, but they use contraptions and don't jump much. Besides the men who came to make the noises stop, there have been men who climbed into the ceiling. I stayed out of their way, let me tell you. Those things they climb on don't look very stury to me. I sure wouldn't use one. I like jumping from shelf to shelf. Sometimes I've gotten too high and then someone would put a soft chair near me and I'd jump down into it. (I've really got my humans well trained, don't I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really sorry that I didn't win the Pet of the Year contest that my humans had entered me in. I know they are really proud of me and wanted to show me off, but politics just isn't for me. I don't like to meet new people except on my own terms. At least I made Pet of the Month for September for them. That seemed to please them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been very good for me this year. I have met many new humans, including some very pretty ladies! Everyone I meet says how nice I am. (I never realized humans were so smart! And generous! Humans I don't even know bring me treats and toys!!) I have several special friends among the humans who come here every day. Nan lets me whisper things in her ear and she shares her food with me. She is my favorite human. I think it's because she has several of my distant relatives at home and knows what a cat needs. Tamika is next as a favorite. She lets me explore the rooms she works in, helping her go through the boxes that are in there. (She's the one who put me in that box when I first got here, but I don't hold it against her. Every once in awhile she puts stuff on my neck, too. I don't know why she does it but afterwards she always hugs me and says what a good boy I am.)  Nan and Tamika leave some of the doors open so I can go by myself into the big room where it's usually dark and quiet. (There is even a closet in there that I can run into if I have too.) The Man opens the door to my rooms nearly every morning and lets me run around the library. He calls me "Foolish", but I know he likes me. He plays with me and lets me watch him do things with the thing that sucks the dirt off the floor. He even brought a lady to meet me! (We have the same taste in women.) He pretends to get mad at me when I get a little bored overnight and unroll the paper towels. (Mary says I'm being creative when I give the paper towels a lace edging.) Mary gives me treats and is learning to clean my toilet. Even though she always has dog hairs on her, she isn't so bad. When I was in that contest and had to 'meet and greet' people, she would hold me tight and tell me not to be afraid, she wouldn't let anybody hurt me. She lets me sit with her when she's working and she know how to play the water game with me! Deb has dog hairs on her, too, but she seems to like to play tag and chase me around the library and she lets me share a chair with her. Paul doesn't like to share a chair with me even though I know he has another of my relatives living in his house. The other humans always talk to me and make sure I have clean water and enough food. And they even turn on a radio when they're going to leave so I won't feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my life has changed a lot in the past year but I'm glad I live in the library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-1129539562710545515?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/1129539562710545515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=1129539562710545515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1129539562710545515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1129539562710545515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/01/looking-back-part-i.html' title='Looking Back on My First Year at the Library'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-551341979232434856</id><published>2008-01-10T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:16:49.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Normal</title><content type='html'>Well, things are finally getting back to normal around here. All the humans are back where they belong. Boy, it was really lonely without Nan for 2 weeks! But, she's back and I've been spending all the time I can with her. I even went with her to one of those things with the miniature humans! They weren't too bad (there were only 2 of them) and they left me alone. I've been having lunch with her, too, and she's been sharing. (I've gotten some good treats, let me tell you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees that were in the library are gone. I never understood what they were there for excatly, they did make good hiding places. One day they were there and then one day they were gone! Humans are hard to understand some time. They really liked those trees! Must have been the pretty things they put on them and the fancy lights. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humans have been moving furniture, too.  From what I discovered behind the bookshelf they moved, I don't think they move it very often.  They took the stuff out of some boxes that had been piling up in the back and put it on a bookshelf that they had moved. Other humans seem excited to see those papers (I keep saying, it's hard to understand humans), and I like where they put that bookshelf. I can sit on top and look outside, and most of the time, humans don't know that I'm up there. It's a good place to take a nap. Hmm, seems like a good idea. YAWN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-551341979232434856?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/551341979232434856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=551341979232434856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/551341979232434856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/551341979232434856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-normal.html' title='Back to Normal'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-5221206665566082977</id><published>2008-01-03T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T13:40:09.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet of the Year Calendar</title><content type='html'>My humans have been very excited because the 2008 Pet of the Year calendar from the Evening Telegram has arrived.  My photo is rather professional looking (Mary and Jen worked hard on it while I just loafed around).  I've signed some copies of the calendar and they are available for free here at the library.  Hope you stop in and pick up one.&lt;br /&gt;     I've got a new friend.  The Man brought her in to meet me this week when none of the other humans showed up.  She was nice and we got along very well.  I didn't want to be too forward so I didn't whisper in her ear or anything.  I just sat on her lap.  She's very smart--she was telling me how handsome and nice I was.  I hope she comes back to visit again.&lt;br /&gt;     My humans have been complaining about how cold it is in here, but up here on top of the mailboxes it's nice and warm.  The rest of the library is rather chilly, but in my box it's toasty.  Just the right condition for a nap.  Ah, yes, time for a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-5221206665566082977?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/5221206665566082977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=5221206665566082977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5221206665566082977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5221206665566082977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2008/01/pet-of-year-calendar.html' title='Pet of the Year Calendar'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-5101685067505163599</id><published>2007-12-28T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T15:48:05.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Quiet Day</title><content type='html'>This week has been very quiet.  Not all my humans have come in to see me.  Nan's been home sick.  I miss her.  We whisper in each others ears, sharing secrets, and she lets me ride on her shoulder.  I really like hugging her.  She has some of my distant relations at home, so I know she knows what a cat like me likes.  I hope she feels better soon and comes back to me.  It's not the same without her. &lt;br /&gt;      The other humans are ok.  They take care of me but not like Nan.  Mary cleaned my toilet one day this week, and boy, did she do a lousy job!  It was obvious she didn't know what she was doing.  I know she's a dog person coz there's always dog hair on her pant legs, but come on now, even a dog has to be cleaned up after!  She tried to make it up to me by bringing me some turkey--which I ignored.  (I ate it after she left--can't give in to these humans all the time!) &lt;br /&gt;      Another of my humans is trying to play a trick on me!  She sounds and smells like Tamika but she doesn't look like her.  The hair is all different!  It makes her look so glamorous! As long as she still treats me the same she can get as fancy as she wants.  (I do like the new way her hair smells.)&lt;br /&gt;      I think I'm going to be spending a quiet weekend.  I keep hearing the humans say 'we're closed Monday and Tuesday.'  That means The Man will come over and check on me.  He pretends that I'm a nusiance but I think he really likes me.  He lets me out and plays with me when no one else is around, and he gets me fresh water.  We have 'guy time' together. &lt;br /&gt;     I've been hiding in the closet in the big room, but I think it's time to get comfortable and take a nap.  Yeah, it's time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-5101685067505163599?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/5101685067505163599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=5101685067505163599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5101685067505163599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5101685067505163599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-quiet-day.html' title='Another Quiet Day'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-196000441356274248</id><published>2007-12-10T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:09:49.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the Usual Night</title><content type='html'>Usually at night after the humans leave (always saying Good Night to me and someone named Frank who I don't know), it gets quiet around here. Well, that wasn't the case Friday. For one thing, no one turned on the radio in my room. I was laying in my box high up on the mailbox shelf and I noticed that right away. For another thing, the buzzer that usually goes off when the humans leave, didn't make any noise. Did they forget to do something? Would it suddenly erupt and keep me awake for hours? I was a annoyed but before I could get really upset, I heard humans thru the grate in the wall. They were in the big room ! I got close to the grate so I could hear better and started to recognize the voices. The Man was there and so was Nancy and Mary.  I heard Tamika, and a lot of others, too. They were talking about food and laughing and having a good time.  Someone started playing the piano and a blowing a horn and some other things. And the humans started singing!! What a sound! I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Then there was more laughter. They were in there for quite awhile and I started to feel left out. At last it got quite and Nancy stopped by my room to say good night and turn on my radio.. The buzzer went off as she left and everything was back to normal. At last!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-196000441356274248?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/196000441356274248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=196000441356274248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/196000441356274248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/196000441356274248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-usual-night.html' title='Not the Usual Night'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-4032835665462724494</id><published>2007-12-03T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:23:07.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Possession</title><content type='html'>I have a new possession. Tamika put a cardboard box on top of the mailboxes for me. When I'm laying in it, the sides are just high enough for me to rest my chin on, or to hide behind! I like sleeping in it on a crochet rug someone gave me. Mary even gave me my treats up here! It's nice being above the humans (but, after all, I am a cat and therefore, above humans.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't win the Pet of the Year contest, but I am a Pet of the Month!  I ended up in 9th place behind several dogs and cats, including Teddi and Ty those white dogs Mary thinks are so neat.  I think my humans will make a big deal about this (they usually do).  mmm, maybe they'll celebrate for a whole month with special gifts and treats for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again to everyone who voted in this contest sponsored by the Herkimer Evening Telegram to benefit their Newspapers in Education program, even if you didn't vote for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-4032835665462724494?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/4032835665462724494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=4032835665462724494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4032835665462724494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4032835665462724494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-possession.html' title='My New Possession'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-3348063073807595932</id><published>2007-11-28T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:25:49.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet of the Year</title><content type='html'>This Pet of the Year contest is starting to get to me.  First of all, my humans are making me 'meet and greet' more.  I'm a rather private, independent cat and I like the right to choose who I'll be friendly with.  I realize I need to get out there with my public if I want to win this contest, but maybe it just isn't worth it.  Yesterday I was forced to spend the day in the big room in the dark where no one could find me.  That was the only way I could get a nap!  Today, I'm sitting on the top of the computer under Nan's desk in the children's room.  There's not too much space on top of a computer so it's not too comfortable for napping.  My humans are upset  coz they can't find me and I'm upset with them coz they keep looking for me!!  I think I'll be happy when the contest ends on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to thank everyone who has voted for me.  I am really surprised that I've gotten so many votes!  It is nice to know that humans like me and it feels good to know that I'm raising money for a good cause(Newspapers in Education).  If I can't win, I hope that I can at least be in the top 13 and be a Pet of the Month for the humans who have supported me.  If you haven't voted yet, time is running out!  Send your votes ($.10 a vote) to the Herkimer Evening Telegram or stop in at the library before noon on Friday, Nov. 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to find a new spot for a nap.  This computer top is starting to give me a pain in the neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-3348063073807595932?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/3348063073807595932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=3348063073807595932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3348063073807595932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3348063073807595932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/11/pet-of-year.html' title='Pet of the Year'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-1814168998910113471</id><published>2007-11-26T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T11:30:56.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Peaceful Monday</title><content type='html'>It seemed like the humans took every other day off last week.  Suddenly, in the middle of the week, they weren't here one day.  And only The Man came in the next day.  But that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he opened my door and while he cleaned my 'facilities'  I checked out the rest of the library.  Lucky was still there, chained to the new book rack, and a couple of rows of wooden men are still standing on a shelf.  Then The Man went outside and played in the leaves while I finished my check of the library.  It was quiet but everything was in it's place.  The next day all the humans were back and I got to go in the back room and make sure Tamika was putting books into boxes right.  I enjoy doing that because those books have such interesting smells and they tell such great stories!  When the humans left that day, there were some of those wooden men on one of my shelves in my room.  They don't talk much and they don't move around at all!  What do they do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humans are very happy because I'm ahead in the Pet of the Year contest in the Herkimer Evening Telegram.  I finally got more votes than Teddi &amp;amp; Ty, a pair of white dogs who Mary says she'd vote for it she didn't know me.  (She must know about dogs coz  there is always dog hair on her pant legs.)  Any way, I'm in the lead and frankly, I'm surprised.  I didn't know that many humans liked me, really liked me.  I want to thank everyone for voting for me and if you haven't voted yet, you can drop off your donation to the library or send it to the Herkimer Evening Telegram before Friday.  The Pet of the Year contest benefits the Telegrams' &lt;em&gt;Newspapers in Education&lt;/em&gt; program.  It's nice to know  I'm helping to educate humans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, I think I've done enough today.  Time for a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-1814168998910113471?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/1814168998910113471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=1814168998910113471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1814168998910113471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1814168998910113471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-peaceful-monday.html' title='Another Peaceful Monday'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-6804779557270155286</id><published>2007-11-21T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:41:23.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>There are more new smells in the library today. The humans have tables full of books, again, and another table has such sweet smells on it! I tried to investigate but as soon as I stepped near one of the great smelling round things, my humans yelled and that scared me. (Not that I'm a scaredy cat just a cautious one! And when The Man and Mary both yell at me at the same time, well, I just keep moving.) Now all those round things are gone except the one the humans are eating. I hope they remember me and offer a little bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humans tell me I have over 1,000 votes in the Pet of the Year contest. That means a lot of people like me. Maybe all that 'meeting and greeting' they make me do is paying off. I am meeting a lot of nice ladies who tell me how handsome I am. Did I mention I'm meeting a lot of smart ladies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've voted for me, I want to thank you again, and if you haven't voted yet, time is running out. All the votes have to be in by Fri., Nov. 30th. It takes a dime to vote and you can cast your votes here at the Library or by sending your donation to the Herkimer Evening Telegram. All the money they raise will go towards their Newspapers in Education program that gives free newspapers to schools and libraries for people to take home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My humans are telling me I'll be on my own for 2 days (except The Man has promised to visit and clean my toilet) while they celebrate Thanksgiving. They're talking about eating turkey. I hope someone remember and brings in a couple of bites for me. I'm sure they will. Tamika and Nancy won't forget me. Ah, it will be nice to be able to sleep for as long as I want without someone waking me up. Now, that'll be thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-6804779557270155286?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/6804779557270155286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=6804779557270155286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/6804779557270155286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/6804779557270155286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-5367997533521327164</id><published>2007-11-16T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:39:06.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I A Character??</title><content type='html'>One of the humans who comes into the library nearly every day brought in a piece of paper that made my humans laugh out loud. It was a story and I was in it!! So was Tamika and Mary and Sue but I was a main character! (Am I a &lt;em&gt;Character&lt;/em&gt;?) They really enjoyed looking at that paper but they woke me up with their noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humans who are counting my votes for Pet of the Year say I have over 300 so far. I hope that's good . If I am a &lt;em&gt;Character&lt;/em&gt; I want to be in the newspaper, too. If you voted for me, thank you. If you haven't voted yet, please vote for me. It costs $.10 per vote and you can bring your money into the library and put it in my box on the desk or send it to the Herkimer Evening Telegram. Thank you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-5367997533521327164?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/5367997533521327164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=5367997533521327164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5367997533521327164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5367997533521327164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/11/am-i-character.html' title='Am I A Character??'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-3892150244076200996</id><published>2007-11-13T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:51:56.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Torture</title><content type='html'>Talk about torture!  My humans are celebrating the birthday of one of them and boy, does that cake smell good.  So far, I've been pushed away from the cake twice!!  I don't understand why I can't taste it.  I'm sure it will be perfect for a feline with a refined palette like me.  I don't want much, my mother did teach me some manners, just a little taste.  Oh, look, no one is watching the cake.  Here goes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-3892150244076200996?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/3892150244076200996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=3892150244076200996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3892150244076200996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3892150244076200996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/11/torture.html' title='Torture'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-2581638642322612396</id><published>2007-11-07T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T14:42:07.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pin_up Cat</title><content type='html'>My humans tell me I made the cut and now I'm in the Herkimer Evening Telegram's &lt;em&gt;Pet of the Year&lt;/em&gt; contest. The top vote getter will be on the cover of the paper's 2008 calendar and the top 12 will be featured in the months. The proceeds from this contest benefit the Telegram's Newspapers in Education program. I hope I get some votes...besides my humans who are already emptying their pockets in the ballot box (1 vote=$.10). I hope you will vote for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-2581638642322612396?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/2581638642322612396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=2581638642322612396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/2581638642322612396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/2581638642322612396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/11/pinup-cat.html' title='Pin_up Cat'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-8008146619759061142</id><published>2007-10-24T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:45:58.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What A DaY!</title><content type='html'>What a day it has been so far! When The Man came in to open my door something went wrong and there was an awful loud sound. He tried to make it go away (and I heard some words a cat like me shouldn't hear) but it took awhile for it to be quiet again. Then some more men came in and climbed up into the ceilings and make whirring sounds with some small things they had in their hands. I had to take refuge in the backroom under the bottom shelf. It felt safe under there. I could see the strange men going back and forth, and I could hear them making noise. Finally, they went away and just as I came out from my hiding place, someone started up the machine the Man uses when he pushed the dirt around on the rug. Boy, does that make a racket!! At last, it was quiet again. Isn't that what it's suppose to be in a library? And just when I started to relax on my nice soft chair, the miniature humans started coming in. It sounds like they are having a grand time in the big room but they do make a lot of noise. I can't wait for them to leave.  I really need a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-8008146619759061142?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/8008146619759061142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=8008146619759061142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/8008146619759061142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/8008146619759061142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-day.html' title='What A DaY!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-7346723645051045665</id><published>2007-10-15T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T09:33:36.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pin-Up Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RxN6GJEdVFI/AAAAAAAAACY/_dSuERPxe6M/s1600-h/Sidney.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121571447182808146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RxN6GJEdVFI/AAAAAAAAACY/_dSuERPxe6M/s320/Sidney.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My humans tell me they have entered my photo in a contest in the local newspaper, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Herkimer&lt;/span&gt; Evening Telegram. They are waiting to see if I made the first cut. I remember the day they took that picture. I was sleeping (what else?) in a chair when they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rudely&lt;/span&gt; w0ke me up. They covered the chair with a sheet and put me back in place. It was nice and cool. Then they opened a book and put it infront of me and took my picture--over and over again. Finally, they were satisfied and took the book away. Then they took the sheet! I was beginning to like that sheet! Anyway, now they are waiting to see if I'll be in the contest. I'm not sure if I want to be that famous. Will it interrupt my naps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-7346723645051045665?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/7346723645051045665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=7346723645051045665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7346723645051045665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7346723645051045665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/10/pin-up-cat.html' title='Pin-Up Cat'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RxN6GJEdVFI/AAAAAAAAACY/_dSuERPxe6M/s72-c/Sidney.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-4414003862933926589</id><published>2007-10-11T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T08:14:50.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wild Time!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was wild around here.  In the morning the library was invaded by miniature humans!  They were running around and making a lot of noise.  What a sound!!!  They seemed to be having a lot of fun in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Washburn&lt;/span&gt; Room.  There was music and they were banging on things.  This happened last week, too, and my humans tell me this will keep on happening on Wednesday morning for another 4 weeks. Oh, well, as long as I can hide behind the computer's printer I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt;.   And if that wasn't bad enough, in the middle of my early afternoon nap, one of my humans came into the room with a machine that made a lot of noise.  With that machine she was able to suck up all the dust and hair that was on chairs and desks in here.  It made such a racket!!  I had to hide behind the printer, again.  Later, when she was working on the computer, I reached out and touched her leg with my paw and she screamed!  She didn't know I was there.  I think that makes us even.  Besides, disturbing my nap, last week she stepped on my tail!  I know that was an accident, but it still hurt!  Oh, well, I like to keep my humans on their toes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-4414003862933926589?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/4414003862933926589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=4414003862933926589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4414003862933926589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4414003862933926589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/10/wild-time.html' title='A Wild Time!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-7378547760459085779</id><published>2007-10-05T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:34:05.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, What delicious smells!</title><content type='html'>Oh, what delicious smells there are in the Library today.  Yesterday some human moved all the tables together and covered them with books!!  What interesting smells those book have, telling me where they'd been and who they've been with.  Then this morning my humans moved more tables together and covered them with food.  Ohh, mmm, they smell soo good!  One of the humans has offered me a nibble but it smelled very sweet so I said no, thank you (I'm a very polite cat).  There's another table with coffee(why does coffee smell so good and taste so bad?  at least to a cat?).  I can smell cream but it's in a box and I can't get to it.  At one time, the humans forget about me and put the cream in a small pitcher and put it on the table.  Oh, what a treat that was!!  But my humans are pretty smart (they've got me, don't they?)so that doesn't happen too often anymore.  The only trouble I can see happening today is all the new humans who will be coming in to buy the books and goodies.  I've got to scout out a good spot where I can see them but they can't see me.  It's got to be secure enough so I can take a nap when I need one.  Hmm, I think I need one now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-7378547760459085779?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/7378547760459085779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=7378547760459085779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7378547760459085779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7378547760459085779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-what-delicious-smells.html' title='Oh, What delicious smells!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-4794453123811283981</id><published>2007-10-03T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T12:24:02.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RwOrIJEdVDI/AAAAAAAAACE/vB-nvEjPvLM/s1600-h/sydandlucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117121757984937010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RwOrIJEdVDI/AAAAAAAAACE/vB-nvEjPvLM/s320/sydandlucky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a big (bigger than me) creature in the library that sits over by the new books in a nice basket with a very soft pillow. It always has a treat in its mouth but it doesn't move or have a smell! When I steal the treat from it, one of the humans puts it back. It doesn't try to keep me from taking the treat, either. The humans call it Lucky. Since I seem to like his treat, the human has brought me some! They don't taste as good as my treats, but they're a nice shape and very hard. I have a lot of fun playing with it and batting it around. One of the humans says I'm playing soccer with it. Soccer is very physcial and by the time I've played my game every morning it's time for a nap. So, Yawn!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-4794453123811283981?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/4794453123811283981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=4794453123811283981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4794453123811283981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4794453123811283981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-creature.html' title='My Friend Lucky'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RwOrIJEdVDI/AAAAAAAAACE/vB-nvEjPvLM/s72-c/sydandlucky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-2269271701175668534</id><published>2007-09-27T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T15:13:54.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Marches By</title><content type='html'>It was a different kind of day last Saturday. First of all, none of my humans came in to see me (or to work!). I missed being let out of my suite to run around the library. Then, about half way thru the day, there was a lot of noise outside. Pounding and tooting and a lot of humans yelling and having a good time. I could see some of the excitement from my spot on top of the file cabinet. At one time it looked like a flock of extra-large birds strutting down the street! The humans kept cheering and yelling. At the end there was a bunch of big trucks-some red, some yellow-green-that made a lot of noise. I was ready for a nap by then!! Later, after it had gotten dark outside, there was more noise! This time booms and pops. It sounded terrible!! I was glad to be safe in my 2-room suite. I don't understand what made the humans so happy. They made noise outside for a long time after the booms stopped. And, after awhile, there were colored lights outside, too!  I'm glad that night is over and things are back to normal. Ah, normal, that means it's time for a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-2269271701175668534?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/2269271701175668534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=2269271701175668534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/2269271701175668534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/2269271701175668534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-marches-by.html' title='Time Marches By'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-3263941496155967805</id><published>2007-09-17T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T13:02:51.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Are Back To Normal, Again.</title><content type='html'>Something was not normal last week.  The Man did not come to let me out on Friday.  I had to wait about 2 hours until one of the female humans came to work.  She let me out right away but it wasn't the same as when the Man's here.  I get to help him clean the library, and I really like to watch him when he's playing with the windows from the other side.   He didn't come to let me out the next day either, but more of the human females did.  I was only alone for 1 day this week, and the radio was on all the time.  When the music stopped, there was a lot of cheering and the human talking got very worked up about something.  Kept talking about downs and yardages.  He made it sound very exciting but I didn't understand much so I didn't let it interfer with my nap.  Then the Man was back this morning and everything is normal again.   My humans tell me I have a MySpace account, now.  Don't know for sure what is but the other humans they tell seem to like the idea.  Oh, this has been to much for me.  Time for a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-3263941496155967805?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/3263941496155967805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=3263941496155967805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3263941496155967805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3263941496155967805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-are-back-to-normal-again.html' title='Things Are Back To Normal, Again.'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-195086352907765294</id><published>2007-09-05T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:15:46.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kindness of Patrons</title><content type='html'>Last week the library received a check from a parton to be used exclusively for me! How nice!! Now what do I want?? Maybe some fresh shrimp, a little fresh turkey, a big soft armchair, a window with a ledge wide enough so I can lay there and see outside whenever I want (not just when the library is open!), a drinking fountain where I can play in the running water (and not have to wait for some human to turn it on for me), some one to screen my calls so I won't have to go 'meet &amp;amp; greet' when I'd rather sleep, mmm, maybe that's enought thinking for now. Time to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-195086352907765294?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/195086352907765294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=195086352907765294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/195086352907765294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/195086352907765294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/09/kindness-of-patrons.html' title='The Kindness of Patrons'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-1739899918060402993</id><published>2007-08-29T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T07:58:34.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>There's been a lot of activity in the big room.  The closet got emptied and new shelves installed.  All the stuff from the shelves is still in piles waiting for someone to go thru it...so I am!  What fun!  There are the best smells in there!!  A group of young humans have been in there play acting in there, too.  They're going to put on their show today.  Maybe I'll hide in the back hall and watch.  Maybe I'll just take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-1739899918060402993?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/1739899918060402993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=1739899918060402993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1739899918060402993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1739899918060402993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-1807065096224371903</id><published>2007-08-22T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:50:02.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Pretty Lady</title><content type='html'>Well, another pretty lady came to visit the Library today.  Her name was Jenny Hula Curry.   She's an auth0r and she came to talk about her book, Brothers Huxten.  She didn't look like she could write that kind of story!  She hugged me and told me I was very handsome ( I have that effect on the ladies).  I just purred into her ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little closer to the other new human today.  I let him pet me and hold me for awhile this morning but I didn't purr into his ear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a very busy day hiding from that new human and a group of little humans who wanted to meet me.  It's a burden to have an adoring public.  It's time for a late afternoon nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-1807065096224371903?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/1807065096224371903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=1807065096224371903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1807065096224371903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1807065096224371903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-pretty-lady.html' title='Another Pretty Lady'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-1754830150598457577</id><published>2007-08-21T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:37:30.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Printer :)</title><content type='html'>I spent most of today behind the printer. It's a nice dark spot and I can see what's happening in my room very well from there without being seen. You see, there was a new human here today. He seemed very nice and talked about going fishing and catching fish (I said he seemed nice!) He's suppose to come back tomorrow. Maybe I'll get a little closer to him, but until I get use to him, I think , maybe, I'll stay hid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-1754830150598457577?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/1754830150598457577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=1754830150598457577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1754830150598457577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1754830150598457577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/08/behind-printer.html' title='Behind the Printer :)'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-1020888218946826597</id><published>2007-08-14T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T09:34:22.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Royal Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RsRbzWweo3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8GAUP1060ik/s1600-h/IMG_0356[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099301615930614642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 668px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 484px" height="99" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RsRbzWweo3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8GAUP1060ik/s400/IMG_0356%5B1%5D.jpg" width="54" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was visited by a real princess last week. She was beautiful with long yellow hair and a pretty blue dress. She even had sparkly things in her hair like stars! She held me close and told me I was the nicest cat she had met that day. I just purred my agreement. She was smart as well as pretty!! My people told me she was the Miss Herkimer County , Ashley Crane. No wonder I liked her!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RsHkjJu6v0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/X_t_V2NosjE/s1600-h/Image126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098607545719373634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px" height="400" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RsHkjJu6v0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/X_t_V2NosjE/s400/Image126.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-1020888218946826597?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/1020888218946826597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=1020888218946826597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1020888218946826597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1020888218946826597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/08/royal-visit.html' title='A Royal Visit'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RsRbzWweo3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8GAUP1060ik/s72-c/IMG_0356%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-451858813418350083</id><published>2007-08-01T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T11:20:23.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New!</title><content type='html'>I have discovered a new sensation! There is a rather large shiny box on the wall near the hallway to the Children's Room. It makes noise and is very cold. When people press a button on the top,  water comes pouring out! I like to sit there (it is a cool seat) and some of my people will press the button for me. Then the water is flowing and I can drink it and play in it! I really have to find more of these sensations to liven up my days. I thought I had found the way into the treat box. I enjoyed helping myself whenever I wanted a treat one weekend but then Monday came around and The Man put a stop to my self-service station. Now there are small boxes on top of the treat box. They're not heavy and I think I can move them, but not right now. It's nap time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-451858813418350083?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/451858813418350083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=451858813418350083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/451858813418350083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/451858813418350083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-new.html' title='Something New!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-4789596673342956203</id><published>2007-07-25T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T14:51:16.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting and Greeting</title><content type='html'>Today I had the privilage of meeting Nancy Sanders the Puppeteer.  She was here for a program and I was taken in to meet her.  I didn't like things at first and ran away, but I was lured back in with the promise of shrimp treats.  I had my picture taken with her and she was a very nice lady.  She appreciated my finer points and told me I was very good-looking.  I always fall for the ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-4789596673342956203?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/4789596673342956203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=4789596673342956203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4789596673342956203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4789596673342956203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/07/meeting-and-greeting.html' title='Meeting and Greeting'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-8464037752706806192</id><published>2007-07-12T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T08:07:26.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Those Empty Boxes</title><content type='html'>All those boxes that my people have been filling are being emptied and those books are piled up in the big room.  What good smells there are!  I enjoy walking around in there in the early morning and checking things out.  There are a lot of different people in the library this week who are doing that. too.  They're bringing in a lot of interesting smells, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-8464037752706806192?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/8464037752706806192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=8464037752706806192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/8464037752706806192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/8464037752706806192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-those-empty-boxes.html' title='All Those Empty Boxes'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-434737336904646046</id><published>2007-06-29T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:43:21.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mystery Goes On</title><content type='html'>I finally got into the backroom to investigate those smells that were coming from under the door.  There is a giant green man with a hole for a face standing next to a donkey with big teeth.  All my people think it's great!  What can it be?  There's another sheet that has about 6 big holes in it and drawings of fish around the holes.  My people are acting very strange about them.  I hope I can figurer this out soon.  It's making me sleepy thinking so hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-434737336904646046?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/434737336904646046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=434737336904646046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/434737336904646046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/434737336904646046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/06/mystery-goes-on.html' title='The Mystery Goes On'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-9179003830527281734</id><published>2007-06-25T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:35:37.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What?</title><content type='html'>Mondays are always busy around here coz my people are back from where ever it is they go when they leave me.  Today some of them were in the back hall moving large pieces of plywood and carrying in buckets of something.  Then one of them shut me out and stayed in there.  What awful smells came under the door!  What was she doing?  Does she need me?!?  She's back inside safe again now but the smell is still there.  What can it be?  I'll let you know when I find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-9179003830527281734?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/9179003830527281734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=9179003830527281734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/9179003830527281734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/9179003830527281734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/06/now-what.html' title='Now What?'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-7219062942766251285</id><published>2007-06-19T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T14:28:39.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxes Full of Books</title><content type='html'>This week there's a lot of unusual smells coming into the Library.  My people are moving a lot of boxes, too!  The boxes are full of books and magazines that other people are bringing in for the annual book sale.  The boxes are stacked up nicely and I'm having a  great time exploring them and climbing them.  Some of the boxes are the perfect size for a perfect cat like me to nap it...and I do!  The book sale is July 10th-13th and my people keep saying this is just the start of what will be brought in.  As long as I can check out the donations first ,I'm happy for them.  Some of them are as excited about the donations as I am!  I wonder why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-7219062942766251285?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/7219062942766251285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=7219062942766251285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7219062942766251285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7219062942766251285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/06/boxes-full-of-books.html' title='Boxes Full of Books'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-4973941944989863271</id><published>2007-06-11T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:31:06.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday. Monday!</title><content type='html'>Ah, Monday again and all my people are here! I like it much better when they're around coz they give me snacks and cuddles. One even brings in fresh catnip! Wow!! The big shelve is still smelly but I don't notice it too much when the AC is on. And it is a nice size to climb! The top shelve is great to lay on and take a nap. Which reminds me, it's naptime! Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-4973941944989863271?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/4973941944989863271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=4973941944989863271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4973941944989863271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4973941944989863271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/06/ah-monday-again-and-all-my-people-are.html' title='Monday. Monday!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-3684088364313796900</id><published>2007-06-04T08:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:11:16.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big New Mailbox/bookshelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RmQUQb3-Q1I/AAAAAAAAABs/2xeCBN9-Cm8/s1600-h/mailboxes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072201352919008082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RmQUQb3-Q1I/AAAAAAAAABs/2xeCBN9-Cm8/s400/mailboxes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-3684088364313796900?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/3684088364313796900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=3684088364313796900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3684088364313796900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3684088364313796900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='The Big New Mailbox/bookshelf'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RmQUQb3-Q1I/AAAAAAAAABs/2xeCBN9-Cm8/s72-c/mailboxes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-9201794260627818606</id><published>2007-06-04T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:24:49.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new</title><content type='html'>I had to hide again on Saturday morning when some big boys brought in this huge bookshelf.  Boy, it was big and they were even bigger!!  When they left the bookshelf was in my room and it smells of varnish!  It seems they were Boy Scouts and this smelly bookshelf was an Eagle Project for one of them.  It replaced the small mailbox shelf that my people had been using.  My people are all excited about the new mailboxes and I even have one so you can write to me at the Library!  But when will the smell go away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-9201794260627818606?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/9201794260627818606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=9201794260627818606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/9201794260627818606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/9201794260627818606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/06/something-new.html' title='Something new'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-9133599200260426344</id><published>2007-05-29T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T07:33:20.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A scary night</title><content type='html'>Boy, I don't know what happened but the alarm went off Saturday night.  It was really scary, let me tell you.  It rang for the longest time before it was quiet again.  I wonder if there's a ghost in the library?  Or a mouse??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-9133599200260426344?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/9133599200260426344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=9133599200260426344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/9133599200260426344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/9133599200260426344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/05/scary-night.html' title='A scary night'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-5835400664827007805</id><published>2007-05-23T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T10:02:45.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new!</title><content type='html'>I have found a new pastime...chasing flies! What fun! They fly around and I chase them trying to catch them. When I do, the game is over so I try not to catch them too often. There aren't too many flies here in the library! Oh, well, I guess it's time for a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-5835400664827007805?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/5835400664827007805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=5835400664827007805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5835400664827007805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5835400664827007805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-new.html' title='Something new!'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-5938298674235004545</id><published>2007-05-10T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:56:39.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow, I was an adorable kitty.Now I am a gorgeous cat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RkMyfIyaq5I/AAAAAAAAABk/36NJwrayWIA/s1600-h/DSCN1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062945916610849682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RkMyfIyaq5I/AAAAAAAAABk/36NJwrayWIA/s400/DSCN1814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-5938298674235004545?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/5938298674235004545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=5938298674235004545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5938298674235004545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/5938298674235004545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/05/meow-i-was-adorable-kittynow-i-am.html' title='Meow, I was an adorable kitty.Now I am a gorgeous cat.'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RkMyfIyaq5I/AAAAAAAAABk/36NJwrayWIA/s72-c/DSCN1814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-826774352112456924</id><published>2007-05-10T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:55:06.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kitten Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RkMyFoyaq4I/AAAAAAAAABc/_sPIneDu2CA/s1600-h/DSCN1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062945478524185474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RkMyFoyaq4I/AAAAAAAAABc/_sPIneDu2CA/s400/DSCN1490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-826774352112456924?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/826774352112456924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=826774352112456924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/826774352112456924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/826774352112456924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_10.html' title='My Kitten Pictures'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RkMyFoyaq4I/AAAAAAAAABc/_sPIneDu2CA/s72-c/DSCN1490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-1445157209234242627</id><published>2007-05-10T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:47:14.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RkMwZ4yaq2I/AAAAAAAAABM/coH5sL38VL0/s1600-h/DSCN1795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062943627393280866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RkMwZ4yaq2I/AAAAAAAAABM/coH5sL38VL0/s400/DSCN1795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-1445157209234242627?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/1445157209234242627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=1445157209234242627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1445157209234242627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1445157209234242627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/RkMwZ4yaq2I/AAAAAAAAABM/coH5sL38VL0/s72-c/DSCN1795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-6434925597659672213</id><published>2007-05-09T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:39:10.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another try at technology</title><content type='html'>Well, those nice people at the computer class were able to get the cd with my kitten pictures on it out of their computer.  My people are going to try to post some of them tomorrow.  Be on the look out for the most adorable kitten pictures...if I say so myself...you've ever seen!  I'd be interested in hearing from those who agree with me and even from those who don't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-6434925597659672213?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/6434925597659672213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=6434925597659672213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/6434925597659672213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/6434925597659672213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-try-at-technology.html' title='Another try at technology'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-1471137308539805665</id><published>2007-05-08T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:27:04.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology</title><content type='html'>One of my people went to a class this morning to learn how to post photos to this account. She got the cd with my kitten photos stuck in the computer! The instructors promise to get it out...eventually, but she wasn't able to post any of the most adorable kitten photos you'd ever want to see. I really wanted to share my kittenhood with you but that will just have to wait. Next time she better ask how before trying something new! Oh, well, humans!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-1471137308539805665?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/1471137308539805665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=1471137308539805665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1471137308539805665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1471137308539805665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/05/technology.html' title='Technology'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-7051638232756225672</id><published>2007-05-04T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:53:03.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs are real people, too.</title><content type='html'>Thanks, Olivia.  I feel the same way.  Libraries are a very nice place to live.  There are a lot of neat places to hide, miles of shelves to climb and these big windows that let the morning sun in.  I can't think of a better place to spend my time.  I even have my own radio at night so I don't get too lonely.  Right now, I'm into jazz.  My ladies tried rock'nroll on me but it wasn't for me.  Maybe a little country now and then wouldn't be too bad, either.  The only thing that would make my life complete is a feline friend.  If only my people read this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-7051638232756225672?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/7051638232756225672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=7051638232756225672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7051638232756225672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/7051638232756225672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/05/dogs-are-real-people-too.html' title='Dogs are real people, too.'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-4833339850546959964</id><published>2007-05-02T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T11:25:23.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday May 2</title><content type='html'>I am so sad because some mean person broke one of the doors at the library . I was scared when I heard the noise and sad because someone was hurting my home. My mommy Nancy planted some special grass in a pot for me to munch on but so far it's just fun to play with. Maybe later I will try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-4833339850546959964?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/4833339850546959964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=4833339850546959964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4833339850546959964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/4833339850546959964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/05/wednesday-may-2.html' title='Wednesday May 2'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-1650471976806622882</id><published>2007-04-25T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:26:06.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so Hard</title><content type='html'>Oh life here at the library is so hard sometimes. I'm constantly being loved and adored by the ladies that work here, or my "mommies" as I refer to them. Now I have a new daddy named Paul who just started here, so far I like him but I get confused because there is also Paul the computer technician. I think right now I will take a nap since I just gave myself a nice bath. Yawn, like I said life is hard here. meow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-1650471976806622882?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/1650471976806622882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=1650471976806622882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1650471976806622882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/1650471976806622882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-so-hard.html' title='It&apos;s so Hard'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-748161519465595235</id><published>2007-04-18T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T10:36:47.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a scary day for me.  A tall stranger was in my space.  I had to hide for over half an hour eventho my people were looking for me!  How was I to know that he was the president of the board of trustees!!  Next time I'll  just go into a safe  place until he leaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-748161519465595235?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/748161519465595235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=748161519465595235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/748161519465595235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/748161519465595235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/04/scary-day.html' title='Scary day'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-3211162762962388451</id><published>2007-04-11T10:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T10:10:57.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/Rhz6eZyEckI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kXlvXHIjpOI/s1600-h/sydneyishot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052188282226766402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/Rhz6eZyEckI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kXlvXHIjpOI/s320/sydneyishot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-3211162762962388451?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/3211162762962388451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=3211162762962388451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3211162762962388451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3211162762962388451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/Rhz6eZyEckI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kXlvXHIjpOI/s72-c/sydneyishot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063640450962687376.post-3657313666637073924</id><published>2007-04-11T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T09:22:24.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow</title><content type='html'>meow meow meow:  Hello my name is Sydney and I live at the Frank J. Basloe Library in Herkimer, NY. I like saying hello to my friends every morning and then soon after I sleep in their chairs. I enjoy the treats the patrons here at the library bring me very much. They bring me neat toys too. I like to keep an eye on the library and make sure everyone is happy. Stop in and say hello to me and if I am awake I may talk to you. Early in the morning around nine I am most awake and you may even get to hold me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063640450962687376-3657313666637073924?l=sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/feeds/3657313666637073924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1063640450962687376&amp;postID=3657313666637073924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3657313666637073924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063640450962687376/posts/default/3657313666637073924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sydthebibliocat.blogspot.com/2007/04/meow.html' title='Meow'/><author><name>syd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TyV65IR6C6Y/SPdMiXmI9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DbvRe_6F-tA/S220/syd%27ssnackI+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
