Thursday, November 19, 2015


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,


Monday, November 16, 2015

Who knows?

Is there something on my nose?

Happy Monday!


Wednesday, November 11, 2015


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:

They're like fireworks but even more beautiful!

On the mend,


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:


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.)



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

Tuesday, September 29, 2015


OcTOBER is just around the corner, so I figured I'd better wake from my long summer's nap and maybe post a "hello" to everyone.


I was napping 10 seconds before this was taken.  *squint*
We have had a crazy busy summer around here.  The youth department outdid themselves and invited all kinds of people, animals, and even a giant CAT to the library during the summer reading program.  (I have an autographed picture from the CAT!  Will see if my minions can find it and post it later.)  The Humane Society for Boone County brought a really noisy slobbery dog here and tried to get him adopted.  He woofed and woofed and woofed.  Seriously.  And we had balloon-twisters and a screech owl and a hawk and the Colts-in-Motion trailer and a really great box maze and the fire department and police department and EMS people visited to show off their fancy trucks and cars and teach children about the importance of being heroes and taking care of one another.


So I got really behind on blogging.  But you guys are used to that!  

My staff decided to make it up to me by making me the centerpiece of our Festival of the Turning Leaves float.  (Last week was Festival of the Turning Leaves/Book Sale/Carpet Cleaning/Mess Week.) 

BUT they were being Lazy (yes, with a capital "L") this year and didn't want to make a huge float on account of being Lazy, so they made a teeny-tiny Tober-sized float.  

My float had the fanciest tractor!
Isn't it the greatest?  Here's another picture:

My stunt-double.
AB Christine was super-excited that it fits on the library's elevator and she didn't have to struggle with petal paper in the windy, windy outside.

I'm super-excited because, if I get really lucky, one of my staff will forget to lock up my tiny float and I'll get to chew up all of those crunchy silk leaves and urp them up on the clean carpet!  It's only a matter of time. . .

AAB Phyllis made a real big float this year, with people on it and stuff.  It was for the Thorntown Heritage Museum and went along with the parade's 1915 - Oh What a Year! theme.

Winner winner, chicken dinner!
It won 1st Place - Theme!  It had a bunch of basketball players on it, and they did cheers and waved their very best waves for the parade crowd. The float theme was "Inspiring a new generation of winners."   

The secret to a winning float?  Lots of tape.  

Now--back to napping. . . but hopefully shorter naps with more blog posts!