Yesterday, right after I wrote about my love affair with paper, I went into the Processing Office to see what I could find. The processing office has lots of great things in it. Book pockets, a fax machine (with paper in it), people's In-Boxes (usually with papers), book stickers, labels, label-covers, pens, pencils, comfy chairs, shelves, and a nook for me to hide in when someone's after me. And lots of other neat things.
For some reason, the Staff keeps this Office shut at night. I am told that I will probably get in Big Trouble if it is left open.
I saw this nice paper with labels on it, so I took a nip or two. Just little ones. This label attacked my Whiskers! I could see it out of the corner of my eye, and I could feel it, but I could not fight it off!
I ran, thinking I could outrun it! Didn't work. I ran some more, and it was still on my Whiskers! Then a Staff member started chasing me, so I ran some more!
This went on for a while, until I was All Tuckered Out, and I didn't care anymore if I had to go through life with a stupid label stuck to my Perfect Whiskers.
One of my Staff people scooped me up, and Linda carefully picked the label off. She did a Very Nice Job, and I only lost one Whisker in the process.
I think I might keep out of the Processing Office for a bit.
If you click and make the picture Big, you will see that it was a "Thorntown Public Library" label. This is what the Staff puts on things that belong to my Library. The Staff thought that the sticker meant that I belong to the Thorntown Library.
I do not belong to my Library. My Library belongs to me. I am just very generous to share my soft places and Staff with Thorntown Library customers. Oh, I share books and other things, too.
Minus one Whisker,