Thursday, August 24, 2017

Right on the money!

I'm in on the money. . . isn't that a song?

The library made some new currency to use as prizes for some of our younger readers.  They are called Snack Bar Bucks!

Of course, every money has a picture of something on it, usually a famous human or a bird-of-prey or a flag or a building or a seal.


Oops, wrong seal.

Anyhoo, it was decided to feature Yours Truly (that's me) on our Snack Bar Bucks.  Check me out!

Action shot.
It's pretty cool to be on money, even if it means I get bothered during my nap.  Thankfully I recover from interruptions very quickly.

Literally 3 seconds later.
I hope people visit me when they visit to spend their bucks!

Chance


Monday, August 7, 2017

What I found out.

You guys, it has been so long since I posted on here that I almost forgot my Blogger password!!!

Well, it's been a busy busy summer, but I won't waste time telling you about the robot, GBR4, who visited with children at the elementary school, or the awesome Snakes Alive! program (featuring Melvin) that had kids screaming in the meeting rooms, or the Water Show that ended with three soaking-wet librarians and 100 soaking-wet kids, or the action-packed carnival, or the visit from the Bubblemobile, or the Color Run, or the visit with our hometown heroes (police, firemen, and other emergency responders), or how visitors spelled the word R E A D in the library parking lot, or Super Summer Bingo, or the grand finale Geronimo Stilton Treasure Hunt (during which two HUMONGOUS mouses visited the library).  I also won't tell you about the really cool scratch-off tickets that the teens received for checking out books and movies, or the 123 bracelets that library visitors and staff made to send to Operation Gratitude, or the Thorntown Heritage Museum potluck, or our book discussions, Taste of Home programs, storytimes, lunch programs. . .

What I will tell you is that I found out that if you do THIS


as the last person is leaving for the night, she will inevitably drop all of her things and stop to give you one last tummy rub before she leaves (after taking a photo, of course).

I'm not sure which part of that sweet move does the trick.  I mean, is it the front paw positioning?  Or the "don't leave me" eyes?  Or maybe that I flop down right where she's walking. . .

For some reason this next photo caused a lot of oooohing and aaaaahing, too.  (I'm looking at some water in an ice cream bucket.)


I hope you all had really great summers.  I had a fantastic summer filled with naps, nice visitors, belly rubs, and head scritches.

The only hiccup was when I went to my annual V-E-T check up at Thorntown Veterinary Clinic.

I really like those people in spite of the fact that they poke around where they shouldn't, look in your mouth, and stab you in the rear.  After all, they did save my life.  However, they turned traitor when they saw me in June, proclaimed that I was overweight and had "a lot of fat over his ribs and on his belly".  So now I'm on a diet, which means Karen has to give me treats when nobody else is looking, and the others only give me treats for special occasions.  (They also recommended regularly brushing my teeth, hahaha nope.)

I did have a "cooperative" attitude, yay me!

The upside of fewer treats = more pettings.

So I guess it's alright after all.

Happy Monday!

Chance

Friday, June 2, 2017

TGIF

I used to think Mondays were the best days. . . and, don't get me wrong, they're still pretty great!  Mondays are wonderful because that's when my people get back to work and there are lots of treats and attentions available.

But Fridays, wow, Fridays have turned out to be something special.  On Fridays we have ladies who come to quilt at a big ol' quilt frame that sits under a window in the Carnegie section of my library.

Cindy brings her cat brush and brushes away some of my extra furs.  The brush is great 'cause it smells like her girl-cat, so I sniff it a lot between brushings.  I imagine her girl-cat thinks the brush smells extra great when it returns home from a Friday visit to the library.  💗


I also learned that "quilt frame" is human-speak for "Amazingly Comfortable Cat-Hammock."  I can't believe no one has told me about this before!

This is me and my friend Phyllis.  Phyllis is one of our quilting ladies, and she was also one of my very first friends at the library.  When I was still sick and lived in a staff office, Phyllis would always visit my office to say "hi" to me.  Even when I was feeling extra-rotten and hiding in a corner I would come out to say "hi" back to her.

There's a little extra sag on that end of the quilt.  FYI.
I lounged around on her section of the quilt for a while.  Apparently when I'm on there it makes it difficult for her to work.

Just look at us!  :)
I'm thankful for Cindy's excellent brushings and my visits with Phyllis on Fridays!  Such a lucky guy.  (Don't tell the staff I said that.  It's best that they think I'm needy and deprived at all times.)

TGIF,

Chance

Friday, April 28, 2017

My First Gotcha Day!

One whole year, holy moley!  April 29th is my First Gotcha Day, but my coworkers are celebrating me today AND tomorrow!  (Really, I've been celebrating being Gotcha'd all year long.)

So, I got a card:


Actually, I have two of them!  One is upstairs, and one is downstairs, so that staff and visitors can sign the cards and leave nice notes for me.  It's kind of like a Gotcha Day Guestbook.

Upstairs.
Downstairs.
The cards will be out all day tomorrow, too, so people who visit the library can add their wishes.

Karen brought in a hand-me-down cat bed thing that Sandy had passed on to her.  It is kind of small, but it was FULL of interesting smells.


I gave it some good exterior sniffs. . .


Then went in a little further. . .


But I never did go all the way in.

Not quite.
After that I had some special tuna treat!  It comes in a tiny pouch like this:

Computer mousie for scale.
. . . and, because it's my Gotcha Day and we're really classy good recyclers, I ate my tuna off of an old Christmas paper plate.

It still tasted great!
After a tiring morning of being loved and appreciated, I decided to take a nap in Karen's jacket. . .

. . . for 6 hours! 
After my nap, I decided I wanted to exercise a bit.  So I wandered down to Christine's office and stared at her bottom right drawer.  It's where Da Bird lives.

Ah HA!
I can't believe I've been here one whole year!  I'm still new to some people, and we even have people who forget and call me "Tober" sometimes.  I don't mind.  It's an honor to be a library cat, and loved, and I'm happy that I can continue the tradition of excellent Librarycatdomhood here in Thorntown.

Thanks for reading about my Gotcha Day.  My first year has been awesome!

Purrs,

Chance

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Tornado Warnings = Fun in the Restrooms!

On Thursday we had spring weather in Indiana.  That means that it gets all blowy out and the staff get uptight.  This time the spring weather was extra spring-y, and the tornado sirens sounded.

When that happens, everybody has to go Downstairs into the library hallway near the restrooms; that area has the least amount of windows and the most amount of hallway.  And me, lucky me, I got to hang out in the bathroom!

It was the Best Day Ever!  Something I love to do, but that I don't get to do anymore now that I'm a Library Cat, is drinking toilet-water.

I thought I was being sneaky about it.

Not so sneaky!
You see, I try to follow custodian Sandy into the restrooms when she's cleaning, but she won't let me go in.  So I try to follow some of the staff into the restrooms, but they won't let me go in.  (Sometimes I serenade them while they're using the facilities, just to let them know I'm still out there, wanting in.)  
But since the lower level ladies' restroom was determined to by my Safe Place during a tornado warning, I had THREE toilets to drink from.  It was great!

I also learned that the lower level ladies' restroom is equipped with the most comfiest cat bed:


It's like it was meant for me!

Not everyone likes tornado warnings.  The staff all had to hang out in the hallway and they didn't have any books to read or toys to play with.  Barb was sad because she had an awesome program scheduled and the tornado warning took up half of it.  So I guess I won't hope for more tornado warnings, but just be thankful that I got my fill of toilet-water and a good snooze in the restroom cat bed.  

Why would they put that bed in the restroom if I'm not allowed in, I wonder?

Chance