Saturday, June 25, 2016

An Introduction

Hi!  My name is Chance.  Here is a picture of me:

I am much friendlier than I look!
I am called "Chance" because I was kind of a mess when a nice man discovered me lying in his yard, wounded, underweight, and dehydrated.  He thought maybe I belonged to his neighbor-lady, so he called to let her know about me.

I did not belong to the lady.  HOWEVER.  Lucky for me that neighbor-lady was Karen Niemeyer, and she decided I deserved a second chance. Chance.  Get it?  She took me to the Thorntown Veterinary Clinic and they fixed me right up, though it did take a while for me to recuperate.  You can read the whole story here.

This library is a pretty cool place.  My coworkers have told me that I had an awesome predecessor named Tober who kind of led the way for me to become a Library Cat.  Of course, you all already know that, since I'm writing on his blog.  In fact, Tober was just featured in a book called The True Tails of Baker & Taylor, The Library Cats who Left Their Pawprints on a Small Town. . . and the World.  Author Lisa Rogak interviewed Tober last year, and when she asked him if there was anything else he'd like to add, he said "Being a Library Cat is one of the best jobs in the whole world.  If you are a cat and you have the opportunity to become a Library Cat, go for it!"

So I did.

The food here is great, the space is fantastic, and I love the abundance of belly rubs administered on a daily basis.  Tober had a pretty great gig.

I thought about making a Facebook page, but not everybody has Facebook--and I don't want anyone to miss out on reading about my great new life!  Then I thought about making my own blog page--but I think people should also have the opportunity to read about Tober, the Original Thorntown Public Library Cat.  He had some fantastic adventures!  So I hope no one minds me hanging out here adding to Tober's already awesome collection of blog posts.

Here's another picture of me.  I hear you can't have too many cat pictures on the Internets!

How I greet the people in the morning.
Now we've been properly introduced.  I can't wait to meet you all and share my stories with you!

Headbutts,

Chance

PS - Thanks to Tober's friend (and hopefully, now mine) Cauli Le Chat for a warm welcome!

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Goodbye.

I am gone.  

No one knew—but I’ve been very quietly fighting a battle with Cancer.  My staff had noticed I wasn’t feeling up to snuff, but—trooper that I am—I would rally and perk up and act good-as-new.  

We went to a couple of V-E-T appointments, but bloodwork didn’t reveal anything too out of the ordinary.

No one even knew about my Cancer until my V-E-T Dr. Jon went rummaging around in my belly to see what was wrong.  When he found what he found—oh, it was pretty far along, too far along, and my staff bravely decided to help me over the Bridge.  (I trained them about the importance of Bravery—especially when you’re small.)

I know a lot of people are sad to read this.  I was a pretty popular guy, and handsome, and smart, and charismatic, and never again will such a Magnificent set of whiskers be seen in Thorntown, Indiana, USA.  I heard that lots of people were asking about me during my hospitalization.

I want all of the sad people to remember that I lived one of the best of all possible lives.  I went from a homeless, unwanted stray to become a World-Famous Library Cat.  I had 14,000 square feets of climate-controlled Inside, complete with snack-drawers at every desk.  I had multiple loving mommies, a few daddies, and scores of fans who made special visits to see me. 

My library is full of soft chairs.  I’ve slept in every. single. one.  I tipped every trash-can, gnawed every cord, and found all of the best sunbeams.  I knocked over water-glasses, sat on planners, and attacked rogue Zucchinis.  I never went a day without a tummy rub or a chin-scritch. 

Life was good.  Life IS good. 

Thank you, blogging friends and blog followers, for reading and sharing my adventures.  It’s been a pleasure getting to know all of you.  

Not even this post is complete without a shot of my handsomeness.
My blog will remain online so that people can continue to read my stories and remember all of the happy times we shared.  

Purrs, headbutts, and my best to you all,


Tober

Monday, November 16, 2015

Who knows?

Is there something on my nose?


Happy Monday!

Tober

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Antibiotics

I have been feeling kind of icky lately, so my Posse took me to see the V-E-T on Halloween.  What a way to celebrate Halloween, right?

Dr. Jon took some of my blood and trimmed my toenails and then stabbed me with some cortisone.

I am already feeling better. . . but let me tell you, I will feel LOTS better when we're done with this antibiotic!  It tastes awful.  (I made AAB Christine try it.  She tells me "it isn't that bad.")  Today is the last day of it.

It looks horrible on my chinny-chin-chin.

NOT a selfie.
However, AAB Photographer did get a shot of some truly spectacular whiskers.  I mean, look at these things:

Magnificent.
They're like fireworks but even more beautiful!

On the mend,

Tober

Monday, October 19, 2015

Lazy Finding Day

Today makes SEVEN whole years since I was Found by my AAB Karen!

I celebrated by relaxing in sunbeams. . .

This WAS a good place to hide. . .

. . . trying to avoid AB Photographer. . .

Paparazzi.  Ugh.

. . . and taking naps in my soft bed.


I had extra treats and belly rubs today, and even a fresh gum wrapper.  AAB Becki served up a special dinner with extra gravy.

AB Christine, in her infinite wisdom, brought me this Treat-Dispenser thing:

Dumb.

This is the dumbest and most unnecessary contraption I've ever seen.  See, your human opens the treat-bag, puts the treats into the dumb green "dispenser" thing, closes it up, and then you, the cat, have to get the treats out of the dumb green thing.

Why are we making it HARDER to get treats?  I have a Treat Dispenser.

Heck, I have 13 Treat Dispensers!  Their names are Christine, Karen, Becki, Bonnie, Barb, Barb, Linda, Melissa, Alec, Myrtle, Kathy, Britta, and Phyllis.

Christine and Britta are really good at operating the dumb green Treat Dispenser.  They demonstrated it for me, and by "demonstrated" I mean tipped it over a few times so I could have some treats.  So what they've really done is made it harder on themselves.

Oh well.  It's the thought that counts. . . even if it's not a very good thought.

I'm awfully glad I got Found by the right person seven years ago.  I AM a pretty lucky guy.  (Don't tell them I said that.)

Purrs,

Tober

Oh--PS--I almost forgot to show you my Finding Day Card!