Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Beauty marks

Last week I was doing my thing (napping) when one of my coworkers took a closer look at my feet.

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If you'll notice, my paw-pads aren't a uniform pink like many paw-pads:

. . . zzzzzz. . . zzzZZZzzzzz. . .
Check out that nice footie!  I have beauty marks on my feet!  I have beautiful feet!  Do you guys have beautiful feet, too? 

Having beautiful feet is great. . . until it starts cutting into my nap-time.

Go away.
Have you noticed that I'm usually napping on towels?  When I was sick, my first beds were towels.  I was also very very sheddy, so my coworkers placed towels on chairs and desks where I liked to rest.  Now I don't shed nearly as much, but when I see a towel I know it's a great place for a nap!

Just realized today is Toesies Tuesday,


Friday, August 5, 2016

Before & After

Hi everybody!

You all know my name is "Chance" because I got a second chance at a good life.  By the time I started writing on this blog, I had spent a week at Dr. Jon's on IV fluids, had all kinds of antibiotics, and eaten lots of food so I could put on weight.  I spent over a month living in a library office, and it was another month before I introduced myself to all of you.

I haven't shared any of those early pictures because I was pretty bad-looking.  But those pictures are important, because they show how far I've come.

I was really tired in this picture.

I used to do all of my eating while I was lying down.
When I first came to the library, some of my new friends were worried that I wouldn't make it.  My fur was greasy and dirty, I had bad sores on my face and my legs, and I wasn't even strong enough to jump up in a chair by myself.  I spent most of my time sleeping on a towel on the floor.

Now I spend most of my time sleeping on a towel in a chair.  Or I find a nice sunbeam.  Or a desk.  Or a lap.  Or paperwork.  I can get up to most places by myself because I'm healthy and strong.

So if you come across an animal that looks pitiful or beyond help, maybe it isn't.  Maybe the animal is just waiting for his second chance.

I mean, check me out now.  I am an accomplished hunter:


. . .and relaxer:
Give me treats for my tummy!
I hope you all have very relaxing weekends.  If you need me, I'll be patrolling the library and hunting sunbeams (and maybe wasps).

Oh, and maybe I'll see another Bunny!


Thursday, July 28, 2016

Tiny-eared Hopper Thing

A few nights ago as I was bidding farewell to my library friends, something outside caught my eye.

I did not get a picture of it, so here's a close approximation of what I saw from The Google:

Except picture it sitting on mulch with green plants around it.  Not rocks.
I thought it looked delicious.  Apparently it isn't for eating, though, because Christine said she was "glad there's glass between you and that little baby."

I stared at it for a really long time:

Come out, come out wherever you are!
So what was that thing?  Is it the legendary booplesnoot?  Do booplesnoots taste good?

Also, my friend Sabrina works at a library in NJ (wherever that is) and they don't have a cat.  So she asked if there was a way to convince her boss that they need a cat.


I happen to have a connection named Lisa Rogak who wrote a very good article called "Take It From Me: Your Local Library Needs a Cat."  The article just so happens to open with Yours Truly (that's me) and mentions my awesome predecessor, too.  So, Sabrina--show that to your boss and you'll probably have a Library Cat by next Friday!

Hoping to see another of those tiny-eared hopper things,


Sunday, July 24, 2016

What's yours is mine.

A few days ago my new friend Krisha came in to return some books.

After she emptied her bag, she laid it on the desk.

I couldn't help it!

Backpack attack.
I let her have her bag back after the paparazzi showed up.  (It was a very comfy bag.  I hope she brings it in again sometime.)

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