I'm going to tell you a sad (but not too sad) story.
I'm sure you remember how Tober had all sorts of problems with the staff here at the library. As nice as they are, they have moments when they're weird (Hoodie-Hoo Day), rude (annoying photos), messy (Book Sale Carpet Cleaning Mess Week), and just plain irresponsible.
Unfortunately I've experienced the irresponsible.
A few weeks ago Christine and Kathy were here early on Saturday, like they were supposed to be. I greeted them and let them pet my belly and made them feel welcome and happy to be here.
Then I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I visited Kathy at The Downstairs and meowed and acted nice. She petted me, gave me a few treats, went back to her work.
So I went Upstairs and said HI (loudly) to Christine. She petted me, told me I was a good cat. I ran to my office and waited.
I popped my head out, meowed (loudly). Christine said "Silly, I can't work in there. I have to be at the desk."
This went on for a while. . . until almost noon, maybe noon-thirty. Humans get hungry around noon, noon-thirty. This is when she finally remembered to FEED THE CAT his breakfast. *sigh*
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| In a desperate moment, I considered eating this corn-leaf thing. |
Like I said, this happened a few weeks ago. Last Tuesday one of my friends named Janet mentioned to Christine that she was surprised I hadn't told anybody about this awful oversight. Christine was like, "oooh, yeah, haha" (probably embarrassed) because you know Tober would have fired everybody (well, Kathy and Christine) pronto!
Christine obviously felt bad about it, because later that night she confessed to Karen about the terrible Saturday morning oversight. Karen and Christine were busy gabbing away about how awful it is to forget to feed a cat. . .
. . . and I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I meowed (loudly) and ran into my office.
You guys, I did not have dinner until 7:30 that night! Dinner is usually served at 4:00 around these parts. Sheesh.
Still they call me chubby, chunky, stout, and, yes, healthy.
The good part of all of this is that Karen expresses her guilt by giving me more treats.
Christine = no guilt whatsoever. She actually said "Well he could miss a few meals. . ." For shame.
Healthy, in spite of it all,
Chance
Christine = no guilt whatsoever. She actually said "Well he could miss a few meals. . ." For shame.
Healthy, in spite of it all,
Chance
12 comments:
That's disgraceful, Chance. If I forgot my beasts' meals, I doubt that they'd let me in to the apartment. I suppose the library must keep running, so you can't do that. But still, they'd better shape up.
We hope they have learned their lesson!
Oh dear - if that happened here the staff would have my guts for garters! Better luck, Chance!
Sighs. Hoomins. They can be so... dense... sometimes!
Geez, Chance, you don't get much respect, do you? And humans think they're funny!
Oh poor Chance. You are such a gentleman to put up with forgotten meals. My cats would complain very loudly if they received such treatment.
dood....we R givin ewe ax cezz two a sekrit number; due KNOT let it outta yur site...well, frank lee hide it... but ewe noe what we meen ...even if we due knot R selves....
next time thiz hay nuz error happenz dial
1 - 800 - thiz catz knot eatin in 17 mintz & wood like ta order a pizza pie with
then tell de dood on de fone what ya want on yur pie N they will bring it RITE TWO DE DOOR......honest ta cod ~~~~~~~ ☺☺☺♥♥♥
Sheesh. These humans need some more training.
Time for mandatory staff training regarding your feeding protocols, Chance. Humans always need to be retrained about such things. They should conduct a staff in-service pronto!
awe glad you made it known after waiting politely, you are very patient, Chance. Hope you demanded this never happens again :D
Is this a female thing? Jan frequently forgets to feed us on time, which is when we're ready, not when she's ready. Evidently humans need a whole lot more training than we expected.
Chance! Where are you? First they forgot to feed you - have they forgot to help you blog now?
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