tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65512725503629811972024-03-13T07:07:52.281-04:00The Adventures of Chance, the Thorntown Library CatChristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15416567163530213426noreply@blogger.comBlogger372125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-34690824875164337612023-10-20T13:34:00.000-04:002023-10-20T13:34:20.074-04:00Fall is Overrated <p> Fall is here, and all my coworkers have become ecstatic. A little bat-wing crazy, if you ask me (which no one does). For example: </p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span>Pumpkins are literally everywhere. (Why is there an obsession with a round, orange, vegetable?)</span></li><li><span>Spooky decorations are in the Youth Department that I have to live with for a month. </span></li><li><span>And don't get me started on the motion-activated decorations. </span></li></ul>(Those can actually be funny. Newbie Lillian walked by the singing skeleton five times the other day, and every single time she jumped and yelled "Oh geez!". You would think that after the 3rd time, she would remember that the skeleton was there.)<br /><p><span>Part of the craziness of fall always happens during the Thorntown Turning of the Leaves Festival. The library staff ran around trying to make a parade float that was bigger and better than the year before. Which really meant that Barb and Christine ran around convincing people to help them with their crazy ideas that take weeks to plan out. </span></p><p><span>And in the middle of all that they decided to throw all the furniture on top of things so the carpet could be cleaned. And then there was nowhere comfy for me to sit all weekend while everyone else was out enjoying the festival. :( </span></p><p>This year for the festival they made a pirate ship called the "Golden Tabby" to go along with the Festival theme of "Go for the Gold". I like to think that I was the main inspiration for this idea since it was practically named after me, and a <strike>skinnier better-looking</strike> version of me was also on the front of the ship. I'd especially like to take credit for this idea since it won first place for originality. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kFKSsOodVqFSZhw8Jo2aVKdaMrZd_9T3Igcznui0P4ji8N9aCrdxbOW2oBRg4rmAcDTf6_PD9jEitJdmao8KgEcJO4CqI6dmGLXvbkUkNRWhU4mNJH7OORE6cbJ0ZoEjUBFuPxuRc4dvkAIlelBcrMVBjw6E9oGeza9eepJEVBNT8_jhXs-7629Aa_k/s4032/IMG_7832.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kFKSsOodVqFSZhw8Jo2aVKdaMrZd_9T3Igcznui0P4ji8N9aCrdxbOW2oBRg4rmAcDTf6_PD9jEitJdmao8KgEcJO4CqI6dmGLXvbkUkNRWhU4mNJH7OORE6cbJ0ZoEjUBFuPxuRc4dvkAIlelBcrMVBjw6E9oGeza9eepJEVBNT8_jhXs-7629Aa_k/s320/IMG_7832.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Unofficial Chance Mascot</td></tr></tbody></table><p>The staff forgot one important thing though. You'd think that in creating a parade float for the <i>library, </i>they would think to put the library's <i>name </i>or <i>logo </i>or some sort of identifier on it. But nope. Only when they were on the parade route and people kept saying "Who are they??" did they realize the error. </p><p>Oh well. At least they remembered to include me. Important things first. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9O0t5nj198CLLBKNeZwP6621bBwfdxws7tKZD6zdPn8rUCfd-Twyikt25rMoqJjayQIWLHf7kAweMhXIqqBazu8BD-m7afB5fIMf4WqZQyCafMLT8rI_8nYitCZvezlSpZ2rrhWJBE49rXJ9Y22nMPHw1GiVuSFN8Z5v4G0YjxfxrRW-0hugKOZuDcnU/s2048/380813845_704930785011949_2512343456823660562_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1223" data-original-width="2048" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9O0t5nj198CLLBKNeZwP6621bBwfdxws7tKZD6zdPn8rUCfd-Twyikt25rMoqJjayQIWLHf7kAweMhXIqqBazu8BD-m7afB5fIMf4WqZQyCafMLT8rI_8nYitCZvezlSpZ2rrhWJBE49rXJ9Y22nMPHw1GiVuSFN8Z5v4G0YjxfxrRW-0hugKOZuDcnU/w449-h267/380813845_704930785011949_2512343456823660562_n.jpg" width="449" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Golden Tabby</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga7P48USdN6Bjo7HeNI4x4uCwvwHOfJs3CNRYgi8xRwcCXQds_8VHCV6Br7uf2Zs4mpQgCBCYuyEaOVQBnrQSIh4t3NgArc1snDjEzkp3JYLSCBDi9Tf9Y0DlzKCgN8-7xGVYa6EAODNhqRYRRxocSj8CCrrCSTflSdTepnnFXmjyDydRRW-Ng5PkaPXg/s1854/380831842_704932031678491_6494960530302183928_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1624" data-original-width="1854" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga7P48USdN6Bjo7HeNI4x4uCwvwHOfJs3CNRYgi8xRwcCXQds_8VHCV6Br7uf2Zs4mpQgCBCYuyEaOVQBnrQSIh4t3NgArc1snDjEzkp3JYLSCBDi9Tf9Y0DlzKCgN8-7xGVYa6EAODNhqRYRRxocSj8CCrrCSTflSdTepnnFXmjyDydRRW-Ng5PkaPXg/s320/380831842_704932031678491_6494960530302183928_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><p>So anyways, fall is overrated. And a little crazy. And definitely over-hyped. But at least its not summer reading crazy. And now I can actually get back into my routine of taking a nap in the youth department during the day again without grabby hands disturbing my sleep. </p><p><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2dQJDPhVFvCxyS_3xX68SUMOwP5DKTw_pHEPYTWgh9JGZShrl-sbz9BlKYqiuHFxLD6FOez7GwZMBT_EePdK8as-BBN-x59iHtlG8WL3kEbzCKZtjwbWzgcRRUjZtn4pQQakO0mWuqZURqoKBahzHYkoO59jjbxqELuTI3QU1z5kQCXS6b-aKP4Imwc/s4032/IMG_7840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2dQJDPhVFvCxyS_3xX68SUMOwP5DKTw_pHEPYTWgh9JGZShrl-sbz9BlKYqiuHFxLD6FOez7GwZMBT_EePdK8as-BBN-x59iHtlG8WL3kEbzCKZtjwbWzgcRRUjZtn4pQQakO0mWuqZURqoKBahzHYkoO59jjbxqELuTI3QU1z5kQCXS6b-aKP4Imwc/s320/IMG_7840.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span>Currently avoiding the motion-activated ghost,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span>Chance</span></div><span><br /><span><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-53270287324716538632023-07-21T11:32:00.001-04:002023-07-21T11:32:55.110-04:00Everyone Blames the Cat<p> No one respects cats these days. Forget blaming it on the dog- for some reason, humans have changed their minds (as they frequently do) on dogs being the main makers of mischief and have started blaming it on the cat. As if. </p><p>My fellow feline friends, if you have mistakenly been given the blame by one of your human employees, rest assured that in reality, IT IS THE HUMANS FAULT. </p><p>I recently became friends with a fellow library cat named Mr. Kitty, from Noble County Public Library. Mr. Kitty and I bonded due to a *situation* in which his reputation was at stake. </p><p>As it turns out, a vase full of water was mistakenly knocked into a bin full of books belonging to other libraries. The blame was placed on none other than Mr. Kitty. To make up for the damaged books, the staff at NCPL sent an apology note on behalf of Mr. Kitty. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNagZz5_LBPShP6J-Om6wjJ8WyJYidmmYAMo9N1xpi2U01xUXK4HIh_vz-KmTSbO50_I6CmZ3E7mHgE4uRIA6W_kTYq5Yyu0rq9oh5mjbfKNP21H6POcs8TIx3_dK8eOn_F3jaJPi_zmFkvv9QrKbmnWEt9DevGqaSZ-ck7lJqul5L_YJs4-FjJkotTew/s2277/IMG_7158%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2277" data-original-width="1041" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNagZz5_LBPShP6J-Om6wjJ8WyJYidmmYAMo9N1xpi2U01xUXK4HIh_vz-KmTSbO50_I6CmZ3E7mHgE4uRIA6W_kTYq5Yyu0rq9oh5mjbfKNP21H6POcs8TIx3_dK8eOn_F3jaJPi_zmFkvv9QrKbmnWEt9DevGqaSZ-ck7lJqul5L_YJs4-FjJkotTew/s320/IMG_7158%20cropped.jpg" width="146" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The apology </td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The apology reads as follows: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>To the Circulation dept. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>The item we are returning to your library was the unfortunate victim of water damage by our library cat. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>There was a vase of flowers next to the crate of books that were ready to be checked in and he felt that the vase, flowers and water belonged in said crate. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>This was not at the hands of any patrons, we apologize. Please bill our library, if needed. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Thank you,</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Noble County Public Library</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>And the unrepentant culprit</i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To which I sent back a letter: <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2LI2BLd7PKWBkI4O74LBxV2u3EoUH6DtfrKZuFNPSgt5fpNdN4VaWBoCGLDx37GCFoSgeLYhlzjuO456d3LD_FhwCyEzHoeVWvvQv59GyHq0HwHsmv9xgJfLODH0cdjhk7HkHADALjvVMeeZ8pvnvFsQHtR5DFg5vJAyqq5i2s7v93Z-jWPGkYVyjBw/s2309/IMG_7157%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2309" data-original-width="1728" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2LI2BLd7PKWBkI4O74LBxV2u3EoUH6DtfrKZuFNPSgt5fpNdN4VaWBoCGLDx37GCFoSgeLYhlzjuO456d3LD_FhwCyEzHoeVWvvQv59GyHq0HwHsmv9xgJfLODH0cdjhk7HkHADALjvVMeeZ8pvnvFsQHtR5DFg5vJAyqq5i2s7v93Z-jWPGkYVyjBw/s320/IMG_7157%20cropped.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>Which reads as follows: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Dear Mr. Kitty,</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>I wanted to let you know that your staff have (I believe) falsely accused you of damaging a library book. They made up some cockamamie story about a vase of flowers and a crate of books blah blah blah whatever. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>My staff received the book and <strike>accusation </strike>letter and have decided not to bill your library. My fear is that the replacement cost of the book would come out of your treat and/or catnip budget, which really would be criminal. (And we don't need more banjo players running around, after all, so whoever actually soiled the book has done the world a favor. You can let them know that.)</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>I hope you are having a nice summer and are not overwhelmed by an overabundance of noisy, smelly, grabby children. They are nice in small doses, but yikes! they are coming to my library in droves. (I find it best to visit the youth staff in the morning, when it is quieter.)</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Never apologize for your cattitude. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Headbumps, </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>Chance</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div>The whole thing inspired Mr. Kitty to write his own blog post, which I am in full support of. The more cats can fill the internet with our insight and wisdom, the more the world will become a better place. <div><br /></div><div>And maybe humans will finally understand that it's time to stop blaming the cat. We all know the dog did it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Chance<br /><p><br /></p></div>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-26923348219681557652023-06-03T14:21:00.000-04:002023-06-03T14:21:35.362-04:00Summer Sun<p> Summer is about to be in full swing and you know what that means- longer days, and more sunshine. Which means more sun puddles. Which means lots more sunbathing and sun-napping. </p><p>I started off the summer by finding a giant sun puddle. But of course, it was right where I was NOT supposed to be taking a nap. The best spots are always in the off-limits places. This particular spot happened to be at the end of the hall outside the meeting rooms. Technically, I'm not <i>not </i>allowed to be in the hall. I'm just usually shooed out of the hall as soon as I step foot into it. </p><p>This was a particularly <b>large </b>sun puddle at the end of the hall. So I used all my <i>sneaky</i> cat powers to tiptoe my way to the end of the hall (which was particularly difficult due to a <b>bell </b>someone attached to my collar), and slipped straight into the sun puddle. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcacnMF7ynEuOgqVl9s2bbBZejElIZSXKxOQcPn9_Ozr_QmVJXTbFW8uW7XAWtBeWFzcCQASHkUg0zwPehHN_4TXpMOhLHFkR4Pz_ERBcEiBGpVN8pre7AS2bxxxauzD-Hj9IRy6JL42E3-BEhbPrxdPUNxzlJYE7Ele7bVpYOp2et4uhFc2jasvch/s4032/IMG_6720.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcacnMF7ynEuOgqVl9s2bbBZejElIZSXKxOQcPn9_Ozr_QmVJXTbFW8uW7XAWtBeWFzcCQASHkUg0zwPehHN_4TXpMOhLHFkR4Pz_ERBcEiBGpVN8pre7AS2bxxxauzD-Hj9IRy6JL42E3-BEhbPrxdPUNxzlJYE7Ele7bVpYOp2et4uhFc2jasvch/s320/IMG_6720.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglb9Cxup1aj7izGx9Ms87hcKkNxpRj-lnQ3om81OahqtStwmQVVXT8NxVMM8hZ-yIYHSs-VFVO3lggpkg0LAEyzqxGWVpy4EjlBWWEi1FB4734L2MjGUvo67ihVoJRoJsEqFwfCCwNDV3j5Kp1Pm3I0TI6cNFOTN1P7Zi1A2Q889ZXz9H2A9PZn5Ic/s4032/IMG_6718.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglb9Cxup1aj7izGx9Ms87hcKkNxpRj-lnQ3om81OahqtStwmQVVXT8NxVMM8hZ-yIYHSs-VFVO3lggpkg0LAEyzqxGWVpy4EjlBWWEi1FB4734L2MjGUvo67ihVoJRoJsEqFwfCCwNDV3j5Kp1Pm3I0TI6cNFOTN1P7Zi1A2Q889ZXz9H2A9PZn5Ic/s320/IMG_6718.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh6nZrWZIbZs-snN0w2y6eSs6c1gt5gPziVFF6-M3HCq_NeQm2b6cGbseK9bB94eExbHIi4qfi1n74eaAHWo9u19mW8l7RysHxD_YiviASMYL4oahKU_x8F6WK5hRmHHhtsZGoiEzuYlw7UY0FJU07z0WODbY33z3h6qX01fE7ecvL7NHXolllApoX/s4032/IMG_6725.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh6nZrWZIbZs-snN0w2y6eSs6c1gt5gPziVFF6-M3HCq_NeQm2b6cGbseK9bB94eExbHIi4qfi1n74eaAHWo9u19mW8l7RysHxD_YiviASMYL4oahKU_x8F6WK5hRmHHhtsZGoiEzuYlw7UY0FJU07z0WODbY33z3h6qX01fE7ecvL7NHXolllApoX/s320/IMG_6725.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>It was pure sunshine bliss until the paparazzi found me and started all the photography nonsense. Can't a cat enjoy his sunshine in peace? <p></p><p>Eventually someone discovered my new secret sun-napping spot and brought clouds of grey into my sunny world as they shooed me back out of the hall. Don't these humans know I'm the boss around here and I make the rules? </p><p>Looking for more sunshine,</p><p>Chance </p>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-77175630540254713842023-05-13T14:50:00.001-04:002023-05-13T14:50:57.181-04:00Movie Star<p> Make way for America's next brightest star, because I just landed my biggest gig on the screen as of yet. It's only up from here. </p><p>I recently starred in a promotional advertisement for the Thorntown Public Library and our summer reading program. </p><p>Now you may be thinking, "Chance, Thorntown Public Library isn't exactly the big-time movie screen". And you would be correct. BUT, how many cats do <i>you </i>know who have even acted once?? Exactly, not many. </p><p>So how exactly did I land this prestigious gig? Well, charm mostly. And being annoyingly persistent until Assistant Lillian finally relented and put me in her video. </p><p>The video describes all the fun things that a cat (or a kid) can do at the library this summer. You can check it out at this link <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqWurbt5gOw">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqWurbt5gOw</a> or on our brand new YouTube page <a href="https://www.youtube.com/@ThorntownPublicLibrary">https://www.youtube.com/@ThorntownPublicLibrary</a>. </p><p><br /></p><p>Assistant Lillian had a lot of ideas for how to film this video, and some of them were NOT good. </p><p>For example, she thought it would be a good idea to cover me with soap foam to advertise our foam party in the park. That was basically just a bad idea all around. I did NOT consent to be covered in soap when I agreed to be her star actor, and the suds make a mess! </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YFOlI6lsToPcukqVTCcoYOWjoWGte6_zheLpQcIR5TlJ4bQBaA7rZH2pVRbJUjNDv5pcQ3Dk5FGq9LwPeya2HhkidYY-_HVzXiOMSovdLnYCO5HD0N-7wRiigTmDJBkF3x4OiJuOvhp3pT3CTTNPShd931dL9XPcLzbn_qnJcVv4m-Hh0OdjRozj/s1125/Screenshot%202023-05-12%20114639.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="589" data-original-width="1125" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YFOlI6lsToPcukqVTCcoYOWjoWGte6_zheLpQcIR5TlJ4bQBaA7rZH2pVRbJUjNDv5pcQ3Dk5FGq9LwPeya2HhkidYY-_HVzXiOMSovdLnYCO5HD0N-7wRiigTmDJBkF3x4OiJuOvhp3pT3CTTNPShd931dL9XPcLzbn_qnJcVv4m-Hh0OdjRozj/s320/Screenshot%202023-05-12%20114639.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grumpy because I have suds on my head<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table>The second thing Assistant Lillian did that I did not agree to, was videotaping me while I was sleeping. No one likes being watched while they are sleeping and <i>especially</i> recorded while they are sleeping. But now there are several clips of me sleeping, completely unaware that I'm being recorded, that are now on the internet for the whole world to see. And it makes me look like all I do is sleep, which is FALSE. I have other hobbies... a few anyways. <div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDZxEgxp0040e8VMa6Zd-J83BF3x4uNctmW7dVjcQbNblRNXzf_dmhGRiGb6P-O5isuuRbB3ecpfPEBVsvBD9cb2r2pO4N4SMMeFB4nuXgMTwVMFA2u6Yikr-KHaHVShat9QJqlt1Kl69VmEhtTovJjk3eL37zk_lRW2SrOTTl5IWORN1KxrrbhHT/s4032/IMG_5804.HEIC" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDZxEgxp0040e8VMa6Zd-J83BF3x4uNctmW7dVjcQbNblRNXzf_dmhGRiGb6P-O5isuuRbB3ecpfPEBVsvBD9cb2r2pO4N4SMMeFB4nuXgMTwVMFA2u6Yikr-KHaHVShat9QJqlt1Kl69VmEhtTovJjk3eL37zk_lRW2SrOTTl5IWORN1KxrrbhHT/s320/IMG_5804.HEIC" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">zzz</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The third thing Assistant Lillian did was follow me around the library trying to get what she called "candid shots". At first, the paparazzi were nice. A famous cat, who is about to have their movie debut, needs a few candid shots. But after the fourth, fifth, and sixth shot, I was beginning to feel like all privacy was *poof* gone. I was afraid to use the bathroom because if I did, I just knew Assistant Lillian would find me there for another "candid shot", and I could NOT let that get on the internet. <div><br /><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg43KduQlfVxF2R4YBUb6nwA3wxodY7C06YvK34CoTcBR1zb8p-vU0ZKtRkYZyM9_4HZ8o5-SFwBLBIwhd7MV8pmhjaodENQGynDMhY8FHQakEQYDdGBd82v8v0s7uXN042VsJDLGJ3dSQthuGkYBX73WqLqhFiTV7wLVQwS17TJoBzD_k7cRrepxib" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg43KduQlfVxF2R4YBUb6nwA3wxodY7C06YvK34CoTcBR1zb8p-vU0ZKtRkYZyM9_4HZ8o5-SFwBLBIwhd7MV8pmhjaodENQGynDMhY8FHQakEQYDdGBd82v8v0s7uXN042VsJDLGJ3dSQthuGkYBX73WqLqhFiTV7wLVQwS17TJoBzD_k7cRrepxib=w206-h275" width="206" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Candid of me walking upstairs</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFRGBoFA_4oiBTF4vwpYY04wIsWB98BTMl6gYYGqAYd91AFY2c1ppNSWAujOYgwh-8IU1F6PifcJjRvwEjmL1gTVwExdhz6_J1PNqhxce_DmmuliEvVe2vZ_WB-mLHa-UKTXDHLDSWvg6UbdQMx78J1qDJrgas-ovEf3hQXnFTLx2d09ENnkm-2Bkj" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="1150" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFRGBoFA_4oiBTF4vwpYY04wIsWB98BTMl6gYYGqAYd91AFY2c1ppNSWAujOYgwh-8IU1F6PifcJjRvwEjmL1gTVwExdhz6_J1PNqhxce_DmmuliEvVe2vZ_WB-mLHa-UKTXDHLDSWvg6UbdQMx78J1qDJrgas-ovEf3hQXnFTLx2d09ENnkm-2Bkj=w405-h195" width="405" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Candid of me "playing dead"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Despite her attempts to make me look bad, I think the video promo turned out pretty good. You'll have to be the ultimate judge of my acting skills, but if I look bad, it's because of Assistant Lillian's subpar video editing skills, and not my fault. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The paparazzi are chasing me again,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Chance </div><br /></div><br /></div></div>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-83951464730838910132023-02-10T11:40:00.000-05:002023-02-10T11:40:04.966-05:00Cows<p> I've told you before that I'm not a dog. Well, I'm also not a cow. I'd think that would be obvious. Something that is perhaps not quite as obvious as the fact that I am *not* a cow, is the fact that I don't even know if I like cows. I've never met a cow or seen one in real life (unless you count one of those reindeer things Santa always brings with him during our Christmas party). So how would I know if I liked cows? </p><p><span> Maybe you're wondering why I'm going on a rant about cows. The reason is this. Last month, Barb L. bought me a soft and fluffy blanket in the Youth Department. And I LOVE it. But it's decorated with cow print. Cow print. I'm a cat. </span></p><p><br /><span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4VihfRhuMu_AR1id0PDwT2Oy6kb7ILFF4ct_tzb19jCRyy-69C4R0Kk2tgMecaLSmt0SdDfGpQ9_nqbn5VCHz97XWpaXpfYSKhEAPsf9MUmHutEshgh-g6oHxW5wol4UlW6482BET0v8isN8Yuw9fEpfZOKyc09Hi7fbJ_YrUZSgxPHJ6QtTx9_7/s4032/IMG_5565.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi4VihfRhuMu_AR1id0PDwT2Oy6kb7ILFF4ct_tzb19jCRyy-69C4R0Kk2tgMecaLSmt0SdDfGpQ9_nqbn5VCHz97XWpaXpfYSKhEAPsf9MUmHutEshgh-g6oHxW5wol4UlW6482BET0v8isN8Yuw9fEpfZOKyc09Hi7fbJ_YrUZSgxPHJ6QtTx9_7/s320/IMG_5565.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Cow Blanket</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEcQqF3Qxah7GC4FSh09cB49aydtigApWvxEilwN_F-cKM54uQcAcBSg0ilyAEIVIfnl-8SekU-07rIbat07SHxsrWrx1x6FZg1XA6lgVhEDvrQfNxTinTHZ8e3MzjkP8oJvPVGLagPAZZDUoKZwBLt73KuOQvqbzVhUsBIDf4zry4RcQZIcILWO2h/s4032/IMG_5568.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEcQqF3Qxah7GC4FSh09cB49aydtigApWvxEilwN_F-cKM54uQcAcBSg0ilyAEIVIfnl-8SekU-07rIbat07SHxsrWrx1x6FZg1XA6lgVhEDvrQfNxTinTHZ8e3MzjkP8oJvPVGLagPAZZDUoKZwBLt73KuOQvqbzVhUsBIDf4zry4RcQZIcILWO2h/s320/IMG_5568.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Toe Beans</td></tr></tbody></table><p><span> </span><span></span></p><p><span> Despite it being covered in cow print, it's currently my favorite napping spot. This makes Karen and the upstairs staff sad. I used to spend all my nap time upstairs in the offices. But now that a soft fluffy blanket is downstairs, I kind of spend all my nap time downstairs. Karen has tried to coax me off my blanket multiple times by using bribing techniques. She should know I don't fall for those. </span><br /></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUGVuJSRkCgnK-QDnFF8e9vSwq9DWVWGONZBeaaP-exjbTp2HS4mt4AoUnh45Za_CV-Q4tDe-4EozG0zcFW09nsyf2BbUSnnk9teUatSKRB0e0SPUPrYLZhdGQE8iyOHkjGpzrAAfQaVvDhDiHziiqZuciX19O5hU2NRJmvRetUreRUNqBs1VoUA47/s4032/IMG_5553.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUGVuJSRkCgnK-QDnFF8e9vSwq9DWVWGONZBeaaP-exjbTp2HS4mt4AoUnh45Za_CV-Q4tDe-4EozG0zcFW09nsyf2BbUSnnk9teUatSKRB0e0SPUPrYLZhdGQE8iyOHkjGpzrAAfQaVvDhDiHziiqZuciX19O5hU2NRJmvRetUreRUNqBs1VoUA47/s320/IMG_5553.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karen trying to convince me to come upstairs</td></tr></tbody></table><span><br /></span><p></p><p><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span> The worst part about this blanket (besides it suggesting I like cows) is that it frequently disappears. For some reason, the staff thinks it's *gross* that my cat hair gets all over everything when I hang around all day. So they take it home and wash it. Which is nice because it makes it all fluffy again. But it's hard to part with my new napping blanket for even a day. And then I have to rearrange it again when it gets back. </span><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>They should know not to mess with the Boss's stuff without express permission. </span><br /><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsqRPKipJR--qz09HpvYrLnPnTu5xjAF0miwZmscRS2PnbUawUkqOFRZ9McwN_8oDDB77AzzGiShBONwSkbWDik5qJVhDv_so-ingATzrbZKACT25o8PN8X-5F4_GEGAEOzy7oZkc64Uq9OACCwXpN2ehyFUaUK1GIAyiOjKRUlRM0LTuLyhc_bv1/s4032/IMG_5554.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsqRPKipJR--qz09HpvYrLnPnTu5xjAF0miwZmscRS2PnbUawUkqOFRZ9McwN_8oDDB77AzzGiShBONwSkbWDik5qJVhDv_so-ingATzrbZKACT25o8PN8X-5F4_GEGAEOzy7oZkc64Uq9OACCwXpN2ehyFUaUK1GIAyiOjKRUlRM0LTuLyhc_bv1/s320/IMG_5554.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone messed up my blanket. Again.</td></tr></tbody></table><br />The other potentially bad part about this new napping spot is that it is right in reach of all the *grabby* hands. Good for when I'm being neglected by the staff and need extra scratches. Bad for when I just want to sleep. But also good for being admired by my local fans and adoring staff. I guess when I want to be alone I'll just have to trek upstairs to my second favorite napping spot. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JaewivZVzeGpsj7ku6LN8r7OfvcLxqYHmLIBUQENvIGDSD5ktNOVbRxPTN1XFd32Fig7i5YfVUVLJCnTkwKmlQKpB99vv4Xd1p306xnHAfDHtpJDEHPPNKF4NPa3qLp59F3FOOylDXbNEDoch5ohE_-11XIDokfWcVS5wf9b8fD-r1Ox7XMyyldO/s4032/IMG_5567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3JaewivZVzeGpsj7ku6LN8r7OfvcLxqYHmLIBUQENvIGDSD5ktNOVbRxPTN1XFd32Fig7i5YfVUVLJCnTkwKmlQKpB99vv4Xd1p306xnHAfDHtpJDEHPPNKF4NPa3qLp59F3FOOylDXbNEDoch5ohE_-11XIDokfWcVS5wf9b8fD-r1Ox7XMyyldO/s320/IMG_5567.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, it's far past time for today's nap and I need to rearrange the blanket again...</div><div><br /></div><div>Chance<br /><div><div><span><br /></span><p></p><p><span><br /></span></p></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-14804912316666225892022-12-12T12:45:00.000-05:002022-12-12T12:45:14.312-05:00The Chair Thief<p> There's a chair thief on the loose in the library. </p><p><br /></p><p>Here's what happens: </p><p>First, someone leaves their nice warm chair unattended. </p><p><br /></p><p>Second, the thief spies the chair. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRTKBuMC8Fbze5VPbt1ut709wlW6__STLnAPizC9UXhCCiIQHgfy0k8v_D5w41q3kjiOMdlXR6SBpb8VHkMTNT6uF7j153Og2Sr7If0xKQr8z_t8ymUCKQHVfkATaDgaDWY_tNoelVnMIAuTxu0Fuwgoyy8BL5rZ2gmlsPv6JqXlMvB5HheVWfkFa/s4032/IMG_2959.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRTKBuMC8Fbze5VPbt1ut709wlW6__STLnAPizC9UXhCCiIQHgfy0k8v_D5w41q3kjiOMdlXR6SBpb8VHkMTNT6uF7j153Og2Sr7If0xKQr8z_t8ymUCKQHVfkATaDgaDWY_tNoelVnMIAuTxu0Fuwgoyy8BL5rZ2gmlsPv6JqXlMvB5HheVWfkFa/s320/IMG_2959.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Target acquired</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Third, the thief gets into the chair and makes himself comfortable. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1R5dIN6-8QfMDszrlCGn77MEf7AAK41rQcTiHbW3RxF4fXGa7Mb4nEmaf7TMpC71xSTAv2vyDlLgo5V4KUeGjqptV9HGyC2JTef_AOXzPcv2UbhJWwdc61Gks0_i8oFoNfuPnBqU5r5Z_FCCFJSOWD6ilQuzZj6GcNC4SDSWulexusR6Xs0QRb73L/s4032/IMG_3125.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1R5dIN6-8QfMDszrlCGn77MEf7AAK41rQcTiHbW3RxF4fXGa7Mb4nEmaf7TMpC71xSTAv2vyDlLgo5V4KUeGjqptV9HGyC2JTef_AOXzPcv2UbhJWwdc61Gks0_i8oFoNfuPnBqU5r5Z_FCCFJSOWD6ilQuzZj6GcNC4SDSWulexusR6Xs0QRb73L/s320/IMG_3125.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mine now. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>Fourth, the thief falls asleep in the chair. </p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC59FCJarQmy56tgJR2TMbhyNf5VlFMjE-AVYWSWSMta1oXarQiELAfFFxiGWWyOTd_P2fWndcQQ4m86iXZG10UQqxnLJpQJrNRPw4ci7omW1dRWmKuRx8Vg5u-kLJwKd4c-_FtBxz7ZLdAqcEf7EzOEAVP_qyn97fgFKZKVH2Zg3ldoYO_-rQZjll/s4624/Chance%2010-1-22.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC59FCJarQmy56tgJR2TMbhyNf5VlFMjE-AVYWSWSMta1oXarQiELAfFFxiGWWyOTd_P2fWndcQQ4m86iXZG10UQqxnLJpQJrNRPw4ci7omW1dRWmKuRx8Vg5u-kLJwKd4c-_FtBxz7ZLdAqcEf7EzOEAVP_qyn97fgFKZKVH2Zg3ldoYO_-rQZjll/s320/Chance%2010-1-22.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">zzz</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <p></p><p>Fifth, the person comes back to the chair only to find that an adorable cat has made the chair their napping spot and they feel so badly about waking them up that they get a new chair to sit on (that's not near as comfortable as the stolen chair). </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS7bbOgA46VM-gRnCOxVU6B4Qgj0fVEYQnoCrKZhAheryKpJylc7QLdCYS_ns2Anvhehyuso9h0TP97c58-d2V2iYYq3f9_vKn6627fCBGgQXHIA9IsAzVRyPS1a1Opu2dH8iTEuqGJeGjoBMVvJ5Epr69SHQR5DW_dxU53GkmLHca0dmqzQIXM2XH/s4032/IMG_4828.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS7bbOgA46VM-gRnCOxVU6B4Qgj0fVEYQnoCrKZhAheryKpJylc7QLdCYS_ns2Anvhehyuso9h0TP97c58-d2V2iYYq3f9_vKn6627fCBGgQXHIA9IsAzVRyPS1a1Opu2dH8iTEuqGJeGjoBMVvJ5Epr69SHQR5DW_dxU53GkmLHca0dmqzQIXM2XH/s320/IMG_4828.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Success. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>I'm the chair thief. </p><p><br /></p><p>And I'm not sorry about it. </p><p><br /></p><p>Some of the staff claim it has become a bit of a problem. To which I say, they should learn to share. It's not like I have my own personal chair like some people in this library. Or any other chairs to choose from. All the other chairs are either in reach of grabby hands or aren't fit for the BOSS to sit in. </p><p>Except for this chair. But that's beside the point. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7UyZEcOMP0ZDwdWcBigh85AI_Mikv5pICw3sdXzAC1PgmNCiEKtZyDKFpJ-QK0W7BCKz3pUk6ZH9_VCJ-Z3ppDrpdeI_n-XzPD4XSP0l-3YaZMsqXRsxhltgXqEti9QRr8BIvk9XaxrYHJxVB624IFyP3mbga-lnrOiMoR56xzObc-1z-8fmoNJad/s4032/IMG_3424.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7UyZEcOMP0ZDwdWcBigh85AI_Mikv5pICw3sdXzAC1PgmNCiEKtZyDKFpJ-QK0W7BCKz3pUk6ZH9_VCJ-Z3ppDrpdeI_n-XzPD4XSP0l-3YaZMsqXRsxhltgXqEti9QRr8BIvk9XaxrYHJxVB624IFyP3mbga-lnrOiMoR56xzObc-1z-8fmoNJad/s320/IMG_3424.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This chair doesn't count</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The point is, some people in this library have been calling me a thief, and I think that's rather unfair. I only take chairs that aren't currently occupied. Which is fair game. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8bEzXHik6VBp29-aKNo1K3OFk8fZOan6ovJohk2gArerdwYpDO8i0N6oUiqMCkdKR9_St_b8LIQcnY7xw1pF-j73hzjUygmCqTGZzSgh1B5bItBavs_NwL33xagZlktrpfhdLoaFP-NyWHF-Mhl1n35tqxAmwjcoRnPOonUtkapzkPZVyt_R4Blmw/s4032/IMG_3429.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8bEzXHik6VBp29-aKNo1K3OFk8fZOan6ovJohk2gArerdwYpDO8i0N6oUiqMCkdKR9_St_b8LIQcnY7xw1pF-j73hzjUygmCqTGZzSgh1B5bItBavs_NwL33xagZlktrpfhdLoaFP-NyWHF-Mhl1n35tqxAmwjcoRnPOonUtkapzkPZVyt_R4Blmw/s320/IMG_3429.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Looking for a napping spot,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chance</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-68037285553904113812022-10-17T09:13:00.000-04:002022-10-17T09:13:01.095-04:00The Eight-Legged Friend<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you fear the eight-legged <strike>snacks</strike> *spiders*, you may not wish to read the rest of this post. The other day I came face to face with one of the most enormous spiders to make it into the library and survive without having the unfortunate demise of being squished. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5v1psxFJYXKiR4pg5uu2m5LNFfxOCet0l56TM8a883yZgydmuU4q01FxiBN2TxGQsYTLneMaN6V7kWuhAgwJ-0Bi9Rk4ZjVET02qZQ5fOzwyy0VLmVs0cj1obpGEp-YVtfay3VIzDXRtULjnL8czoIkAF30p8gy0TgLWwLyFmG5-Du5o9fxJbzVBT/s4624/Chance+Spider6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5v1psxFJYXKiR4pg5uu2m5LNFfxOCet0l56TM8a883yZgydmuU4q01FxiBN2TxGQsYTLneMaN6V7kWuhAgwJ-0Bi9Rk4ZjVET02qZQ5fOzwyy0VLmVs0cj1obpGEp-YVtfay3VIzDXRtULjnL8czoIkAF30p8gy0TgLWwLyFmG5-Du5o9fxJbzVBT/s320/Chance+Spider6.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> The eight-legged <strike>snack</strike> spider had been carefully caught in Sandy's barn, saved in a plastic container, and left in Barb L.'s office for her to find. (If the spiders are that big in Sandy's barn, I'd hate to see what the other insects look like) Barb had a much better reaction to it than Newbie Lillian did (Newbie Lillian says I have to stop calling her that because she isn't the Newbie anymore, but I'm the boss. I get to decide when someone isn't a "newbie" anymore.). <p></p><div>Newbie Lillian took one look at it, shuddered, and practically ran away hyperventilating. She was very easy to scare for the rest of the day. Especially after Barb brought it out to the Youth Desk for everyone to admire and Newbie Lillian had to work in near proximity to it. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKPkkCiI0fR8li2DLNsvf5xzUNGyRZLlnau-r51heJm29zLB9quqE2GtOX-w1zPWLKlvik-XGa3rEJQ1lNB6mOeIsrV8CF2eFsZq2V5B1AYt2Ev-KmQXS5IPg0hfRNSiEwhknnBZPUUhH6mI1WotZxf4MhIUybo1x4FUIHqRIdszHLZvkH3RA_IfS0/s4624/Chance+Spider4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKPkkCiI0fR8li2DLNsvf5xzUNGyRZLlnau-r51heJm29zLB9quqE2GtOX-w1zPWLKlvik-XGa3rEJQ1lNB6mOeIsrV8CF2eFsZq2V5B1AYt2Ev-KmQXS5IPg0hfRNSiEwhknnBZPUUhH6mI1WotZxf4MhIUybo1x4FUIHqRIdszHLZvkH3RA_IfS0/s320/Chance+Spider4.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>When I eventually found the large creature, it was trying to escape. Naturally, the humans wouldn't let her escape. But I think it would have been a lot more fun if she had been outside the container. </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAO3iB9iPfDkKpIpBSLQ_wm-6MfbVmIPuwZ23RcK0MyWMrCplsOc42-jYoMsDQwSGIV3Z8YaCIFHF0XiBjdy0uABCLDTZ0prxmg62DgXOEoWQVKau1-evxjPgonfKtPceMLutrjJCELysKApSPCrOeBx4oMiyIHI5QCJN5ZEeg8mNnZadZmw-HY8ne/s4624/Chance+Spider3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAO3iB9iPfDkKpIpBSLQ_wm-6MfbVmIPuwZ23RcK0MyWMrCplsOc42-jYoMsDQwSGIV3Z8YaCIFHF0XiBjdy0uABCLDTZ0prxmg62DgXOEoWQVKau1-evxjPgonfKtPceMLutrjJCELysKApSPCrOeBx4oMiyIHI5QCJN5ZEeg8mNnZadZmw-HY8ne/s320/Chance+Spider3.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>To show how eager I was to be friends, I tried to play with her from outside the container. I don't think she liked me very much though. Maybe she thought I would make her into a snack. </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6eWpirJNcLOIQVjZ5zLkWvcqw4tTOjFmC-OBa9LtxF3fcHHYEKDk9wz4kgSsNIDES68S3_aplQo4diVGc3LE0VdXVYUNUWiyJF1muoNEKVFrDT1fRqtk-_DOLzKD4SaWufBOAZGJJjst4DcO4inAkwpiv7yG_STUTbOJgC5dNoeXcNweOIs4JJHJ/s4624/Chance+Spider2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6eWpirJNcLOIQVjZ5zLkWvcqw4tTOjFmC-OBa9LtxF3fcHHYEKDk9wz4kgSsNIDES68S3_aplQo4diVGc3LE0VdXVYUNUWiyJF1muoNEKVFrDT1fRqtk-_DOLzKD4SaWufBOAZGJJjst4DcO4inAkwpiv7yG_STUTbOJgC5dNoeXcNweOIs4JJHJ/s320/Chance+Spider2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaE2LT7QHm1l3T0pTFo83X1z4Py-0gTmNl4sb3kc-Sdh5AEANTTifpapCsyqpZh6e31w4Pcj4_rVtKb1Py2iHO70D4SxmXjAk-UAwQKsrR1koNzbbRPgsU9kAgkfCXfT8LAiobouJj8kqaNmGOK-OgiydAeJtkUqFbGMWsGrT7T-M0Rce3SMyXqwZo/s4624/Chance+Spider.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaE2LT7QHm1l3T0pTFo83X1z4Py-0gTmNl4sb3kc-Sdh5AEANTTifpapCsyqpZh6e31w4Pcj4_rVtKb1Py2iHO70D4SxmXjAk-UAwQKsrR1koNzbbRPgsU9kAgkfCXfT8LAiobouJj8kqaNmGOK-OgiydAeJtkUqFbGMWsGrT7T-M0Rce3SMyXqwZo/s320/Chance+Spider.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2kxxRPrVJuxU8a8f5J9EIRCw4hxOMLjg1Op8FrVyDXmD6g78mgH4ALvOIbqec3naAmqM11Hk_VAcmNTTq60gKwN8XT36AIlzGx7nmB5rGYSMZmP3RFzhjqYvT41hNsaDQ_-KDBEkMuJhg-LP-4HNvRMJRKZ6fSWOYZs4EoO-WgxtJF0NBkxjOQtx/s4624/Chance+Spider5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2kxxRPrVJuxU8a8f5J9EIRCw4hxOMLjg1Op8FrVyDXmD6g78mgH4ALvOIbqec3naAmqM11Hk_VAcmNTTq60gKwN8XT36AIlzGx7nmB5rGYSMZmP3RFzhjqYvT41hNsaDQ_-KDBEkMuJhg-LP-4HNvRMJRKZ6fSWOYZs4EoO-WgxtJF0NBkxjOQtx/s320/Chance+Spider5.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Pp5Z36erOqMMp5cx9VK79y3xoQweC2vnBHI9tlBEVYzQyZYdcJMOAjsYfkZtE6R0-rcmWSmIcMFNxdSB9BLQBZPC_RNSDF_nxvs_LttJFQ_PDGDw6jb4Z6OMjFLyquvxtLfMfNbmlr117ZwCHXjmaLCP27x7GXkZ2npjXOFk-WFSuZ4Aul3V_e6T/s4624/Chance+Spider7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Pp5Z36erOqMMp5cx9VK79y3xoQweC2vnBHI9tlBEVYzQyZYdcJMOAjsYfkZtE6R0-rcmWSmIcMFNxdSB9BLQBZPC_RNSDF_nxvs_LttJFQ_PDGDw6jb4Z6OMjFLyquvxtLfMfNbmlr117ZwCHXjmaLCP27x7GXkZ2npjXOFk-WFSuZ4Aul3V_e6T/s320/Chance+Spider7.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I have no idea why she would think that. <div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I'm off to look for more <strike>snacks </strike>friends, </div><div><br /></div><div>Chance</div></div>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-90407462546174718042022-09-03T13:45:00.003-04:002022-09-03T13:45:56.360-04:00Mouse Soup<p><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"> In my latest browsings, I stumbled upon a book titled Mouse Soup. Naturally, this was an intriguing title for me. As I've mentioned previously, judging a book by its cover is something I generally frown upon (although if you ask people around here, they'll probably tell you I <i>always</i> have a frown on my face, which isn't true. I smile. Sometimes.). However, if a book has an M-O-U-S-E on the cover, I'll probably read it. </span></p><p><span style="color: white;"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJCBY195WWMtE53Xn4KM3VhjhhG5PnFWAoqgBMy0HrcPSqRp7TDy83HdCZN7ZnTuz1jrIMR6vIEH0twetCNgEgq5_Qjmplky22vNCGs4poc7BGJ2MuGslmJ_snSirLK7h7siWHX7nFCjjiOEhJEwdPFUOzj-1utOnwKkmiPijfMZmYzbhnp0kL9MPT/s4032/IMG_4667.jpg%20cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJCBY195WWMtE53Xn4KM3VhjhhG5PnFWAoqgBMy0HrcPSqRp7TDy83HdCZN7ZnTuz1jrIMR6vIEH0twetCNgEgq5_Qjmplky22vNCGs4poc7BGJ2MuGslmJ_snSirLK7h7siWHX7nFCjjiOEhJEwdPFUOzj-1utOnwKkmiPijfMZmYzbhnp0kL9MPT/s320/IMG_4667.jpg%20cropped.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Well, not only did this book have an M-O-U-S-E on the front cover, but it also had an exciting title. "Mouse Soup". <strike> Which, if you ask me, sounds like it should be a snack recipe book. </strike> So I decided to give this book a read. </span></p><p><span style="color: white;"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMt4A0S2ub8z8qsuzulhQnoPyijeYMXMCYlGxizuTK8tvsa5NK8clGMgE7WDZUxJVQ0NcXAiZsm7E0y0PvyFHGRaX8qq2L06uxZlGX9ukRFqKTxlkihIERILoXSQm83urQZntZCYEOdY-LoD1s8Get7odgFqZU5P2hA_DouWlqvcKmVue6AOoQ73a/s4032/IMG_4707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMt4A0S2ub8z8qsuzulhQnoPyijeYMXMCYlGxizuTK8tvsa5NK8clGMgE7WDZUxJVQ0NcXAiZsm7E0y0PvyFHGRaX8qq2L06uxZlGX9ukRFqKTxlkihIERILoXSQm83urQZntZCYEOdY-LoD1s8Get7odgFqZU5P2hA_DouWlqvcKmVue6AOoQ73a/s320/IMG_4707.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">Being the critic that I am, I wrote a review. I posted my review on my *brand new* Goodreads account, but I'll also put it here:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><i><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’ve never tried eating mouse soup. In fact, as a cat I certainly would never even consider eating an M-O-U-S-E, unlike the weasel in this book. But the story sounded interesting. In the beginning, I thought this was a recipe book for snacks for cats. I was mistaken. However, despite this book being a story about a heroic mouse, and not snacks for cats, it was still interesting to read. I particularly appreciated how the book gave insight into how an M-O-U-S-E may try to trick a </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; text-decoration: line-through; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">predator</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> friend. This may be helpful for me in the future if I ever meet an M-O-U-S-E. </span></i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The M-O-U-S-E tells the weasel several stories that really didn’t make sense to me. For example, in one story a bush grows out of a chair. That has never happened to me and I sleep in a lot of chairs. And all the bushes I can see grow outside. </span></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span id="docs-internal-guid-67ed2fc1-7fff-9369-bc2e-af8259def7d2" style="color: white;"></span></i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So, overall, Mouse Soup is probably a good read for the young humans. But maybe not for cat</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">s. </span></i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></i></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">I still am slightly disappointed that this book didn't contain more snack recipes, but I suppose since I'm not allowed in the kitchen anyways it wouldn't do me much good. I'll just have to find someone to open the treat drawer for me again. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC1IAWCZw2K-Y3WGTcF-uSZg0jQC5XHqi9Egd6JM7SVOjMOQSbu--JsWOBCJtbyKqB1ghr_yl7bdaDvoXlNnZ0YEkD-vYuh2vLkLvmuFhA5erh-7uEaIaEqmjR1RMfx3jI7ppbfBtVEM5wMG62a2bIECydjjQyeBntElHT28a6P6OA_1AGFj9KywYT/s3130/IMG_4703.jpg%20cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3130" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC1IAWCZw2K-Y3WGTcF-uSZg0jQC5XHqi9Egd6JM7SVOjMOQSbu--JsWOBCJtbyKqB1ghr_yl7bdaDvoXlNnZ0YEkD-vYuh2vLkLvmuFhA5erh-7uEaIaEqmjR1RMfx3jI7ppbfBtVEM5wMG62a2bIECydjjQyeBntElHT28a6P6OA_1AGFj9KywYT/s320/IMG_4703.jpg%20cropped.jpg" width="309" /></span></a></div><span style="color: white;"><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">I'm off to find my next read,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chance</span></p>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-72912072005795850902022-07-21T11:38:00.000-04:002022-07-21T11:38:51.504-04:00Exploring Adventures<p> Even after you've lived somewhere almost your whole life, there are still new places to explore. This is why I make it a point to keep exploring the Library. Well, that and I need to keep an eye on what all the staff is doing. Someone has to make sure work is actually getting done around here. </p><p>Here are a few of my recent explorations: </p><p><br /></p><p>Exploration #1: The Hidey Hole behind The Hidey Box</p><p><span> This Hidey Hole is one of my favorite places to explore because I can almost always find a long-lost treat, waiting to be munched. </span><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUpQfzllSCR-FIVNE2OWGvnt_y5nxmkYJdaomvE8t3hHS6bF9ZOWt_bvhdabJ6PM2MsRdtkf4kHeyRQwBuLYf_lDSfAGN3CeCSGOmypvi3l74Y0CfWJrQNiJjq7UXG-PXlZLN8S_GrCdONTxAt8aQvJ64wnuAWU87lfzoVsMgKQ4K_MKpqMcksvtbw/s4032/IMG_2957.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUpQfzllSCR-FIVNE2OWGvnt_y5nxmkYJdaomvE8t3hHS6bF9ZOWt_bvhdabJ6PM2MsRdtkf4kHeyRQwBuLYf_lDSfAGN3CeCSGOmypvi3l74Y0CfWJrQNiJjq7UXG-PXlZLN8S_GrCdONTxAt8aQvJ64wnuAWU87lfzoVsMgKQ4K_MKpqMcksvtbw/s320/IMG_2957.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aha, the treat I saved the other day!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Exploration #2: The Cabinet Full of..... Oh good, more books. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span>Really, though....what did I expect? </span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVnl1fswbvnKZ3Ty4SQE-qrqHMbv82G1QZPxP18h1qIaIkNyTHFAGLIW29KGII51Pxta4urwCsk8hvV8PzxyplqvAY1-bntgWjbHM1raVsUUCACX_NfFzPPj7rKbmZABElnUJnDWGGq_Ii5CdhQD9H-JRKFCAQfRB7rk1eHa_pqkrIje2C3MmxFDSX/s4032/IMG_3545.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVnl1fswbvnKZ3Ty4SQE-qrqHMbv82G1QZPxP18h1qIaIkNyTHFAGLIW29KGII51Pxta4urwCsk8hvV8PzxyplqvAY1-bntgWjbHM1raVsUUCACX_NfFzPPj7rKbmZABElnUJnDWGGq_Ii5CdhQD9H-JRKFCAQfRB7rk1eHa_pqkrIje2C3MmxFDSX/s320/IMG_3545.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smells like books... </td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9rgdbcJoq_EpflU8cs3T5rQcAvbWMmLbAAOop-SvLGZzzCzck4ksd4AYBzVvC5kHSY9jRcSPvm8WpugI2zG8nyxksKpSF6HrrVH9jpZWOnYmRPtop5DynJOzaTlEAabmKYiDLQIOU386O4isEMAdq8cwacvsIkiDSQWl_vdkMMIUDjdVXXkR7z_Rf/s4032/IMG_3550.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9rgdbcJoq_EpflU8cs3T5rQcAvbWMmLbAAOop-SvLGZzzCzck4ksd4AYBzVvC5kHSY9jRcSPvm8WpugI2zG8nyxksKpSF6HrrVH9jpZWOnYmRPtop5DynJOzaTlEAabmKYiDLQIOU386O4isEMAdq8cwacvsIkiDSQWl_vdkMMIUDjdVXXkR7z_Rf/s320/IMG_3550.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">....Because it is more books...</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Exploration #3: The Closet of Various Things</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> To get into this closet, all you have to do is stare at the door and then someone will magically come along and open it for you. Once you're inside, there are numerous corners to sniff and too-high windows to look at. </span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMK-vQj3c0IlS7_h_d_oo5YiijZOSM0gKoXTt9iwuw1cr7qbUefhiO16JPLudYFS4Kz0ffOvERE1ZhVRniaUeRzteiNAKqbO5nCBXJ0xxQ8cvi5SFglA29BztCak0-6Ucdppu-psaMQyskN1hyfd4sNl5C7d6spPRKH3e2x87nSagdKZ86Ro8pBeUq/s4032/IMG_3551.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMK-vQj3c0IlS7_h_d_oo5YiijZOSM0gKoXTt9iwuw1cr7qbUefhiO16JPLudYFS4Kz0ffOvERE1ZhVRniaUeRzteiNAKqbO5nCBXJ0xxQ8cvi5SFglA29BztCak0-6Ucdppu-psaMQyskN1hyfd4sNl5C7d6spPRKH3e2x87nSagdKZ86Ro8pBeUq/s320/IMG_3551.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maybe there's another treat in here...</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilFomj7YMd-3E5rttxxV1PdE-MJNqkJJ7_t5zXGrPn66yQKUA6aOU6fwEdNBmqhRJuG9KsEKkVYf0jDpAE0sDwpzl93Gt_Kirsp446L7Vfm0t-HWHkbdkSn4t2y5YznpAXqHmeCvQyS3DWtPsmJvLCVTsCfRGMNlWU6jq4jCy-K2aGKDu3U-yLHyH2/s4032/IMG_3552.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilFomj7YMd-3E5rttxxV1PdE-MJNqkJJ7_t5zXGrPn66yQKUA6aOU6fwEdNBmqhRJuG9KsEKkVYf0jDpAE0sDwpzl93Gt_Kirsp446L7Vfm0t-HWHkbdkSn4t2y5YznpAXqHmeCvQyS3DWtPsmJvLCVTsCfRGMNlWU6jq4jCy-K2aGKDu3U-yLHyH2/s320/IMG_3552.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is that greenery, or the yucky fake stuff?</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Exploration #4: Karen's Green Greenery Bag</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span>This is probably the best-smelling exploration site of all. Smells like vegetables, outside, and all the green things I'm not allowed to eat. </span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUukp0r4euGENN0I7is0Mf5TOG91Z9CRK6HvqHSiDkp_xlyncR7pumk8iuez6TDYDeQORaGXqviM3t8lcRAvcVI0HEKuzddgFiC_eehMmIrDWtyh1-NlKNzrzR9hNpDr2bSv1eUfDIIIrCjM4j56qeDQI1770dJqapFB8njDOVer5fbLnPHAynMF1r/s3023/IMG_3839%20cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2940" data-original-width="3023" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUukp0r4euGENN0I7is0Mf5TOG91Z9CRK6HvqHSiDkp_xlyncR7pumk8iuez6TDYDeQORaGXqviM3t8lcRAvcVI0HEKuzddgFiC_eehMmIrDWtyh1-NlKNzrzR9hNpDr2bSv1eUfDIIIrCjM4j56qeDQI1770dJqapFB8njDOVer5fbLnPHAynMF1r/s320/IMG_3839%20cropped.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*sniff, sniff*</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJ6EuaSJox7X2uHY2uP84shW2njn1ttC5LLpS2x7LaLwvR9LB4GTdHR-FuK_nGPehirZfcdgtumvCOpdFGYqoEig6tlNk_Oq2Vht-uMQWyPxs3m7coXlVx5OaWad1mmez-fb8qIsuzWdjX7mnw37JKpm8erGRemmpTvKXFeFAw4O4qM_4m3VHfztx/s4032/IMG_3840.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJ6EuaSJox7X2uHY2uP84shW2njn1ttC5LLpS2x7LaLwvR9LB4GTdHR-FuK_nGPehirZfcdgtumvCOpdFGYqoEig6tlNk_Oq2Vht-uMQWyPxs3m7coXlVx5OaWad1mmez-fb8qIsuzWdjX7mnw37JKpm8erGRemmpTvKXFeFAw4O4qM_4m3VHfztx/s320/IMG_3840.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What happened to all the greenery?</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Exploration #5: The Side Entrance Where All the Books Come Flying Through the Chute</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> This spot is also full of a lot of interesting smells. Mainly from the books that get dropped into the chute. </span><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLmysbxoKyJLnreCD0C0rTyoa3j4xiibw14BCNCmA5Z59j08AUWyncukMYV3foP9fTUEzqGJLtl2QhRGwc_FacNTJn2bE7HwzF3kczCG54vHGvvI0kNCKIQf-3Mw5SFyMqFZ54v79nvVPZVBPejwqogJd-VSRR0Cj9WzQKVQWfGHGCHN-M0ZcqkklZ/s4032/IMG_3175.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLmysbxoKyJLnreCD0C0rTyoa3j4xiibw14BCNCmA5Z59j08AUWyncukMYV3foP9fTUEzqGJLtl2QhRGwc_FacNTJn2bE7HwzF3kczCG54vHGvvI0kNCKIQf-3Mw5SFyMqFZ54v79nvVPZVBPejwqogJd-VSRR0Cj9WzQKVQWfGHGCHN-M0ZcqkklZ/s320/IMG_3175.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The paparazzi are following me again. </td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVMCrjgy2FZo4iaFSnKtwKx7TZT8jQiWZgK_fL287RAQnKqSPlpGVh0EovOEL186DAm-bLWiu8YQdJ9_cJdnicjBpo5XCAE67OMiXnvOu9iH8JWAUEd3KTdGAG1mwvK7JqOkGvWM9E6TJOmUxuWLM0CybLnWmd5L9OuusMpHZPY9SS41QyNueEp2i/s4032/IMG_3174.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVMCrjgy2FZo4iaFSnKtwKx7TZT8jQiWZgK_fL287RAQnKqSPlpGVh0EovOEL186DAm-bLWiu8YQdJ9_cJdnicjBpo5XCAE67OMiXnvOu9iH8JWAUEd3KTdGAG1mwvK7JqOkGvWM9E6TJOmUxuWLM0CybLnWmd5L9OuusMpHZPY9SS41QyNueEp2i/s320/IMG_3174.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here comes another book...</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To sum up my recent exploring adventures, I found a long-lost treat, more books, and some unusual smells. Oh, and at least one staff member who needed to give me a tummy rub. I didn't find any new sunshine puddles, which was a little disappointing, but maybe some new ones will turn up next time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm off to find more long-lost treats,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chance</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div><p></p>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-68108043073184756302022-07-01T11:23:00.000-04:002022-07-01T11:23:28.484-04:00Cat Secrets<p> Every once in a while, I pull out a book and read. Maybe more than once in a while, I do <strike>rule</strike> live in a library. I try not to judge a book by its cover, but some books look more interesting than others. If it has a cat on the cover, it might go on my to-read list. Books about the M-I-C-E also make it on my list, because the more I know about them, the better. </p><p>Recently, I was perusing the children's department after hours (because that's the best time to be in the children's department. When it is sans children.), when I stumbled upon a book full of cat secrets. In fact, the name of the book was "Cat Secrets". Which, if you are trying to keep something secret, is a silly name for a book, because now everyone knows that it is full of secrets. Well, I decided to read this book for myself, because if all my secrets were being given away for free, I wanted to know which ones. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEge-CWouy5gyQen03lMK72NgeOkcKBtVL-99y1Be-BpfLiKeH0FIDcmLFZ6zW-4Cqxr_ThQFkrx-HQf_OPNDuu49iv0weZxdG3yfmPaqPXtw5m895gmF4PWrkeOEhpjY-ZU317JvCnBRp3B_EWWERoAtojNOhNGuEfJ9hre55M2NUNIqiZ_6J4WNgJH" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEge-CWouy5gyQen03lMK72NgeOkcKBtVL-99y1Be-BpfLiKeH0FIDcmLFZ6zW-4Cqxr_ThQFkrx-HQf_OPNDuu49iv0weZxdG3yfmPaqPXtw5m895gmF4PWrkeOEhpjY-ZU317JvCnBRp3B_EWWERoAtojNOhNGuEfJ9hre55M2NUNIqiZ_6J4WNgJH" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The book of Cat Secrets</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUMcYGroaavyuDG2Iegvoq1zaSctcsJC8iPRrrxaH4mT7nipl5qtqLYaOk4Km524Eslt1z4lnl98SUXiL2FZKvH6BTXcn4FRfZglF8MocKX-VhwUo5Y1MwediswfjQfNheFHdT0zsxj7TaeSu6481BtZ_aCJaZzQprTvdwxnVz5C_aWWeHPo2IUFfk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUMcYGroaavyuDG2Iegvoq1zaSctcsJC8iPRrrxaH4mT7nipl5qtqLYaOk4Km524Eslt1z4lnl98SUXiL2FZKvH6BTXcn4FRfZglF8MocKX-VhwUo5Y1MwediswfjQfNheFHdT0zsxj7TaeSu6481BtZ_aCJaZzQprTvdwxnVz5C_aWWeHPo2IUFfk" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Smells like an M-O-U-S-E has been reading this book</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>After reading the book, I posted a review of it on my **new** Goodreads page. The Library staff finally thought to invite me to be a moderator on the library's Goodreads group. It's like they forgot that I can read and am practically in charge around here. <p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjplNdVCMGwdJfA7-z-qTVsUyO_APHFxycYKJBvk1szaj0ivCOTjVHGNDoCJToYK2bNJaw3BzP_4EeirlKgLCZOAU3J1Iu_J6FdEKokyZeQUzTD7pVOu9T09zpxHe14g3BPsdftPWKt4OwPxs6NEg_UmAS8SZO7zhcerny4gK9WqQ9PLf9L5M_99471" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjplNdVCMGwdJfA7-z-qTVsUyO_APHFxycYKJBvk1szaj0ivCOTjVHGNDoCJToYK2bNJaw3BzP_4EeirlKgLCZOAU3J1Iu_J6FdEKokyZeQUzTD7pVOu9T09zpxHe14g3BPsdftPWKt4OwPxs6NEg_UmAS8SZO7zhcerny4gK9WqQ9PLf9L5M_99471" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yep, a M-O-U-S-E definitely read this</div><p></p><p>You can read my review on my Goodreads page (<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/152122037-chance" target="_blank">Chance's Goodreads</a>), but I'll post it here as well: </p><p><i>"As a cat, I was intrigued to read this book. Particularly, I wanted to know what secrets of the cat community would be revealed to the humans. Because we have a<b> lot of secrets</b>. (While this book didn't necessarily divulge any dire cat secrets to humans, by the end of the book we see a M-O-U-S-E reading the book of cat secrets. This is the most frustrating plot point in the book.) The characters in <b>Cat Secrets</b> put the readers to the test to find out if the reader is really, in fact, a cat. I think that I passed with flying colors. Do I look like a cat? Yes, because I'm a cat. Meow? Also, yes. Purr? Check. Cat naps? That was the easiest test out of all of them. I'm a cat nap pro. </i></p><p><i>Overall, I would recommend this book to other cats. Humans, especially the small ones, might enjoy reading this book. But they should know that they will be put to the test if they choose to open this book, and will most likely fail the cat test, since they aren't, you know, a cat. Under no circumstances should a M-O-U-S-E read this book, for fear they find out all our secrets!" </i></p><p>Anyways, you can check out the library on Goodreads through this link: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/1161505" target="_blank">Thorntown Public Library Goodreads Group</a></p><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_4ovp2iFsVFbFivrq8sv76pB9XSHHX5o7kfIVw5evut2JWL2iJGtZIhlu-GbXSuTjpp72NvLPXioIXcygbOjGQi-6JPWl4hIVp2YET7THcF5KVOD2tPTruyP1gvS1b79JjsG6mUs9irmnrrQqKgI9W1bM6XC-q0FUTJvECSyFYewnq7KVSk742MbG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_4ovp2iFsVFbFivrq8sv76pB9XSHHX5o7kfIVw5evut2JWL2iJGtZIhlu-GbXSuTjpp72NvLPXioIXcygbOjGQi-6JPWl4hIVp2YET7THcF5KVOD2tPTruyP1gvS1b79JjsG6mUs9irmnrrQqKgI9W1bM6XC-q0FUTJvECSyFYewnq7KVSk742MbG" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I'm off to look for a new book,<div>Chance<br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p></div>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-31806809723815242882022-05-27T17:20:00.000-04:002022-05-27T17:20:06.958-04:00Celery: The New Catnip?<p>Celery makes me weird. Well, that's what everyone says about me after I eat it. And before you come calling or knocking or whatever it is people do, the Library Staff double-checked whether it was a good snack for cats on the very reliable internet. Don't worry, it is perfectly acceptable as a treat. </p><p>Christine, the very important Boss Lady, brought some celery in her lunch the other day. As other staff members could tell you, I can smell lunch from a mile away. So of course I followed her to see what she was having and if she would share. As it turns out, she was having celery. Now typically, I avoid vegetables. But when I see something green and plant-like, I can't help but investigate. So I started biting the plastic bag it was in, hoping Boss Lady would take the hint. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinImmouryDFg8TX4oNlya59cPRkz5a8PFBS-N6NQ194R471pxiH0axktAwfRPFUyduzJe_Yc2byZU57AvE9tL8rpZrrOkIW2-mIn7YCB-SZIzaG4gFNmCQIWYppkeCiPy3v1pGP_raf54wiW4NO56hqx66n9jJ1LsGtbqGZttRB4q0gFmgZO65zMBJ/s4032/IMG_6048.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinImmouryDFg8TX4oNlya59cPRkz5a8PFBS-N6NQ194R471pxiH0axktAwfRPFUyduzJe_Yc2byZU57AvE9tL8rpZrrOkIW2-mIn7YCB-SZIzaG4gFNmCQIWYppkeCiPy3v1pGP_raf54wiW4NO56hqx66n9jJ1LsGtbqGZttRB4q0gFmgZO65zMBJ/s320/IMG_6048.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is when she checked the internet on the safety of celery and cats and decided it would be alright if I nibbled on a piece. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVvJLPYStZ6sKgzBCnfMB0cR1QQ6_ccOSjMrlqc8iFuVNJJydui9bYCZN40CyxeKgtHoPLClPisWjpv2a91W0WocxzgVqp_tkd9p5kekxUv7PxkI8D1aEs0KG5HiJeAvz5x_AqT81w8VHP13agLBs8zwC5e4qNgJBnXKaMkxlogX0xnTxSYhkPIFz4/s4032/IMG_6052.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVvJLPYStZ6sKgzBCnfMB0cR1QQ6_ccOSjMrlqc8iFuVNJJydui9bYCZN40CyxeKgtHoPLClPisWjpv2a91W0WocxzgVqp_tkd9p5kekxUv7PxkI8D1aEs0KG5HiJeAvz5x_AqT81w8VHP13agLBs8zwC5e4qNgJBnXKaMkxlogX0xnTxSYhkPIFz4/s320/IMG_6052.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I chewed on it and rubbed it. The staff say I acted like a different, younger cat after interacting with the celery. (Which is rude because I'm not that old) There are apparently pictures to prove it. According to the internet, celery has the same effect as catnip on some cats. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Suddenly I was ready to play, <strike>which is definitely something I do every day when I'm not napping. </strike> </div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSx_IEhRatIxWQuk5B2u42DddBRudATmLm21IQUQBdCljvMUan0LKfChFSdYg2SBLQp9MQSOPVHVlKA-6uA4uVAbmioTCnJTb8MsMhC1FOesGSlFOSSEoDVjmKd88DolnCoTHCf820K_D0yncOHyMTNjG0MFr5mIrTQqv_dHtqEiprW6q7yGnX2f-2/s4032/IMG_0182.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSx_IEhRatIxWQuk5B2u42DddBRudATmLm21IQUQBdCljvMUan0LKfChFSdYg2SBLQp9MQSOPVHVlKA-6uA4uVAbmioTCnJTb8MsMhC1FOesGSlFOSSEoDVjmKd88DolnCoTHCf820K_D0yncOHyMTNjG0MFr5mIrTQqv_dHtqEiprW6q7yGnX2f-2/s320/IMG_0182.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3GxKoMarMenLhy2JAtB-N9uLmojwKjL6qmnK5Bv7_ctOe1cdgnsal0AE9GK1KCrwFpd0v-yUPxUqPqgFJqbgsY_cEMdiSMT1XCrXRsD_IhNHOVzZMQRTZUbBsR8ElsSUXp1-pCHaKaJ4guhtgZa_VJmbRgcpGVKZOSr8PivAxWFy_NlONX7TXhpS/s4032/IMG_0180.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3GxKoMarMenLhy2JAtB-N9uLmojwKjL6qmnK5Bv7_ctOe1cdgnsal0AE9GK1KCrwFpd0v-yUPxUqPqgFJqbgsY_cEMdiSMT1XCrXRsD_IhNHOVzZMQRTZUbBsR8ElsSUXp1-pCHaKaJ4guhtgZa_VJmbRgcpGVKZOSr8PivAxWFy_NlONX7TXhpS/s320/IMG_0180.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibyna_Whn6Q4LII_mdxbtn4BfZNuADgM-f6xStP-GcgtJzv5ySqg7Fl1hXSFIPOeMey5rUcmkGt4Hz-gUL4pdDDHj_P6LSEn4hmu3xlXH40wFemZ5RnNT1esMJspXStRZWyn9u4cgCfLJ_oDsEQwWWGmhDMT6ENz_ED7H1uaaceGHJPJIxJJiNpOln/s4032/IMG_0184.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibyna_Whn6Q4LII_mdxbtn4BfZNuADgM-f6xStP-GcgtJzv5ySqg7Fl1hXSFIPOeMey5rUcmkGt4Hz-gUL4pdDDHj_P6LSEn4hmu3xlXH40wFemZ5RnNT1esMJspXStRZWyn9u4cgCfLJ_oDsEQwWWGmhDMT6ENz_ED7H1uaaceGHJPJIxJJiNpOln/s320/IMG_0184.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was all fun and games until this picture happened: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndWJyT92qsUPXfE01vikVPqXLg95i9Q6x39Loi-nAoGsbu-r2AlV5cHmz-E9kqC3jTPV48cr5RJMkQEhEXcf6yZMoyXk8Sw60hw5Xb_MTMuJYP3UOIj93jbrFZhox-Zw-YSWFwt4-UKaLC_Yb7_O3_WiS26mt-pC1sJMB_6eXmFMhBZF3eu9lj07z/s809/Screenshot%202022-05-27%20170501.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="809" data-original-width="606" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndWJyT92qsUPXfE01vikVPqXLg95i9Q6x39Loi-nAoGsbu-r2AlV5cHmz-E9kqC3jTPV48cr5RJMkQEhEXcf6yZMoyXk8Sw60hw5Xb_MTMuJYP3UOIj93jbrFZhox-Zw-YSWFwt4-UKaLC_Yb7_O3_WiS26mt-pC1sJMB_6eXmFMhBZF3eu9lj07z/s320/Screenshot%202022-05-27%20170501.png" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Like I said, celery makes me weird. <div><br /></div><div>Well, I'm off to find another fun vegetable, </div><div>Chance<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p></div>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-86327963754270864422022-05-11T17:07:00.000-04:002022-05-11T17:07:14.517-04:00The Return of "The Amazingly Comfy Free Bags"<p> They're back. "The Amazingly Comfy Free Bags" napping spot, aka "My Second Favorite Napping Spot", is back where it belongs on the Youth Counter. But this time in a calming shade of green. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Sch4gzs83i4_F_rfl8ff9BcRognc6ss6OuqSOhjWV7oMTWyVEwaYVTcpdxrof63GDx3XiOd0DxJCqbz9KQcyDMXcf_ph3EcGpH8jyrgsIO20pv9FWJodeB_jdn-91l4GOz4VK5Q171SsSVVZLRTdi3SjgTQg-NcsBOTLxFyrvf57x2OAZmpmcWQ4/s4032/IMG_3496.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Sch4gzs83i4_F_rfl8ff9BcRognc6ss6OuqSOhjWV7oMTWyVEwaYVTcpdxrof63GDx3XiOd0DxJCqbz9KQcyDMXcf_ph3EcGpH8jyrgsIO20pv9FWJodeB_jdn-91l4GOz4VK5Q171SsSVVZLRTdi3SjgTQg-NcsBOTLxFyrvf57x2OAZmpmcWQ4/s320/IMG_3496.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>The Youth Staff keep complaining that I get fur all over the bags. I'm not sure why they would put out a nice new bed for me on the counter and then complain about me using something that was definitely meant for me to use. Isn't that why the Boone County Solid Waste people gave the bags to the library? For me to nap on?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiki4hbpm8uvIvc2WkTgSNiYwoC41QBV-hMKysHhPPbi0THCwwQ86910pS2Dyn3tStwxsraxy3i88QdaocNadrcGTb4KQSsZQL--c0me-JP2hHjMXYPsMcHvrR_0UwUusAk7fb7kqNYAEShof4aUBKUlCALXPVcFHUi_dKrnfvNTu3fC3-GKMEDFgtK/s4032/IMG_3494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiki4hbpm8uvIvc2WkTgSNiYwoC41QBV-hMKysHhPPbi0THCwwQ86910pS2Dyn3tStwxsraxy3i88QdaocNadrcGTb4KQSsZQL--c0me-JP2hHjMXYPsMcHvrR_0UwUusAk7fb7kqNYAEShof4aUBKUlCALXPVcFHUi_dKrnfvNTu3fC3-GKMEDFgtK/s320/IMG_3494.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p>Regardless, I'm faced with the same dilemma I had the last time "My Second Favorite Napping Spot" made its appearance; It's slowly disappearing, and slowly becoming less and less cushy. </p><p><br /></p><p>Eventually I'll be forced to go back to my usual favorite and other second favorite napping spot. That is, Karen's desk and Karen's chair. But now that I think about it, the timing may work out well for this to happen. By the time all the comfy bags are gone, it will be almost time for summer. And summer means that there will be children EVERYWHERE downstairs. Which means that I will stay upstairs where there are calmer kinds of people to socialize with. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPH8U336r3eTuc5BfrwWgVx6fw10VCa9JoR1i53BIXaLK3Y25O6fpCr4SG0_3Acj6PxcEZNDI2OXqTdM1SD8tlDtoueRmrVJuam7PXNU9SToxHmo5rgepw8bwoAn4QI_8hEmn5-_d_4mtb-W1kwiufu5y-HtZU0x42esTVUXFJ9Uemt9jnTfVl_YV6/s4032/IMG_3500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPH8U336r3eTuc5BfrwWgVx6fw10VCa9JoR1i53BIXaLK3Y25O6fpCr4SG0_3Acj6PxcEZNDI2OXqTdM1SD8tlDtoueRmrVJuam7PXNU9SToxHmo5rgepw8bwoAn4QI_8hEmn5-_d_4mtb-W1kwiufu5y-HtZU0x42esTVUXFJ9Uemt9jnTfVl_YV6/s320/IMG_3500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>I'm off to another nap,</p><p>Chance</p>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-16494602718199634682022-03-12T13:24:00.000-05:002022-03-12T13:24:28.652-05:00Fish are FriendsIt's no secret that fish tanks are a source of relaxation and peace (<strike>or snacks). </strike>Or at least that's what they're supposed to be. There's even a fish tank in the Library. It's in the Youth Department, and I suspect it's because the Youth Staff are trying to bring a little more peace into their lives by relaxing the kids with calming fish. I'm pretty sure it does the exact opposite because I hear a child shriek "NEMO!!!" at least once a day. <div> <div>That would be part of the reason I keep to the second floor. </div><div><br /></div><div>But when I do venture down to the first floor, I like to take time to watch my friendly fishy friends swim around in their tank, doing whatever it is you do when you're a fish. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQ0Pfr_NrtffzaXBZ6c7XjMaCkXMV0AN7wkpMPtVMfra_OADMXw4gxCCQi9_J8fr0mDw0xxuh5FUOl5wiq_kLMgeqRiBJGhcmcGdOwMFWXF1YDB6ivwPEkcK0FfQDmZ0EwYugvjtSJEHe0tkQc_rySeqJwo-oHPPQxESHyRz7sQIUQ7JS3DoKp_Ryd=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQ0Pfr_NrtffzaXBZ6c7XjMaCkXMV0AN7wkpMPtVMfra_OADMXw4gxCCQi9_J8fr0mDw0xxuh5FUOl5wiq_kLMgeqRiBJGhcmcGdOwMFWXF1YDB6ivwPEkcK0FfQDmZ0EwYugvjtSJEHe0tkQc_rySeqJwo-oHPPQxESHyRz7sQIUQ7JS3DoKp_Ryd=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nemo and Other Nemo (And Blenny too)<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVRImHPhYovrv26sSrwlSEbzDHzSJt9k9HqdETQHJCb3ZXTQerez1UIF1G8LQv5Y4q7pQMqa7eumFbNOEo_6UI_xW3WZWrleD9T_R2MDWFDNj0wGoB9bcQcAJ3MAgOenKC4P1toF0QtjqZs5kG1SV374nZN2ywLwneQH8x6zSrxptZSN7ZeM3N90xo=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVRImHPhYovrv26sSrwlSEbzDHzSJt9k9HqdETQHJCb3ZXTQerez1UIF1G8LQv5Y4q7pQMqa7eumFbNOEo_6UI_xW3WZWrleD9T_R2MDWFDNj0wGoB9bcQcAJ3MAgOenKC4P1toF0QtjqZs5kG1SV374nZN2ywLwneQH8x6zSrxptZSN7ZeM3N90xo=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Max The Red Fish and Spike the Urchin</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Except, sometimes they're not so friendly. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>They've never been rude to me. (although sometimes they hide, and I have no clue what that's about because I think I have a very friendly cat face, despite what some people say)</div><div>But for some reason, they like to pick on each other. Maybe it's the whole roommate thing. I might be grouchy too if I had to share a space with six other fish, a bunch of snails, and a spikey thing. </div><div><br /></div><div>But regardless, I think they need to calm down. </div><div>I came downstairs one day to visit with my fishy friends, only to find there were two fewer than there was the day before. </div><div>Either there has been a tragic fish crime committed in the tank, or two of the fish decided to move out. </div><div>I prefer to think it was the latter. </div><div><br /></div><div>And don't look at me, because fish are friends, not snacks. </div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEit6cIDr4qlLyj26w4YAFtibH3TUjel2iCdfb0JzaCD3UrL-q-1w-F4TfKT-ZzyXXks1EvMNy6xujqimbIBVhhrmrYf-hyIRZ05uZMUboW79PurApi2ljx7bwQeJCkMBelW78Z6A6yB4i5Ki0hDGxtg4tVmX9xsttGxTSYgjEBXI-SMyC0M-_Yu0khz=s2016" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEit6cIDr4qlLyj26w4YAFtibH3TUjel2iCdfb0JzaCD3UrL-q-1w-F4TfKT-ZzyXXks1EvMNy6xujqimbIBVhhrmrYf-hyIRZ05uZMUboW79PurApi2ljx7bwQeJCkMBelW78Z6A6yB4i5Ki0hDGxtg4tVmX9xsttGxTSYgjEBXI-SMyC0M-_Yu0khz=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fish are Definitely Friends, Not Snacks</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br /><div>Whatever happened, I'm sad that there are now two less fish to watch. But I've heard we might be getting a new fish friend soon-- a long nosed something or other. Someone should warn the new guy that it's a jungle in the tank, so he better keep his guard up. Nemo and Other Nemo might not take kindly to a new fish with a nose as long as Pinocchio's. </div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgg2XomTrPsroT4chC2idNpQIDqU_BX6f7eDEzbeisTnAPp0DsyNyBIxOZwRfHYx57nu6e04bzzTHZ9lKqbArZKG8CH-sUL5qrfZMa6tmSVpQ6uqe-jyUd7fh8jLm3pvrWqLUKyH6RF_GREaSoyV2P6H-c_bTuXnm3mlrScC7cEsgPsTPUoDlfGTTYk=s2016" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgg2XomTrPsroT4chC2idNpQIDqU_BX6f7eDEzbeisTnAPp0DsyNyBIxOZwRfHYx57nu6e04bzzTHZ9lKqbArZKG8CH-sUL5qrfZMa6tmSVpQ6uqe-jyUd7fh8jLm3pvrWqLUKyH6RF_GREaSoyV2P6H-c_bTuXnm3mlrScC7cEsgPsTPUoDlfGTTYk=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div><div>Anyways, I'll just be over here watching the fish <strike>snacks</strike>,</div><div>Chance</div><br />Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-55715380943400687582022-02-18T14:00:00.001-05:002022-02-18T14:00:26.325-05:00Winter Naps<p> Today I have decided to be productively unproductive. Which I know is an oxymoron, but that's alright. Maybe it's the falling snow that's making me sleepy. Or it could be because the library is quiet today. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQucxHKq5GsARKm32cOswzduqm0OulLu1O-5jo_m0FSjpouvrEeUbvTpnCMDR9UyBdOf-9Siwe9un9GXCiuJgLlRu0urrFpXXCoYn4e2DGsX6NplJH-_aYeCha3UrsP6kKpfv4-m0DTzwHuDIvMj0PtH0ZkZTpERDqHfiwiWES3TJbS2gOqbBTbqhr=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQucxHKq5GsARKm32cOswzduqm0OulLu1O-5jo_m0FSjpouvrEeUbvTpnCMDR9UyBdOf-9Siwe9un9GXCiuJgLlRu0urrFpXXCoYn4e2DGsX6NplJH-_aYeCha3UrsP6kKpfv4-m0DTzwHuDIvMj0PtH0ZkZTpERDqHfiwiWES3TJbS2gOqbBTbqhr=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I'm not sure. Either way, I will be productively taking a nap. So, if you can't find me, I'll probably just be in my chair, enjoying the winter weather from afar. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhbbfhhl6H_yBhk9HWG1zYJoWtUPVhua_azK4Za3c93whKH2KFuxMldimtD8U01H2RKA1PwqrvsRB-raS5DuEPpELi8s2U4lacHizGa_xItnbe28cUNmCBWquDrNHj8x1zWUkLz5Lzfp3NhKp8az0EzmXYdikRuTlRlns3AD3ve_9BC73FHkffYhRR=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhbbfhhl6H_yBhk9HWG1zYJoWtUPVhua_azK4Za3c93whKH2KFuxMldimtD8U01H2RKA1PwqrvsRB-raS5DuEPpELi8s2U4lacHizGa_xItnbe28cUNmCBWquDrNHj8x1zWUkLz5Lzfp3NhKp8az0EzmXYdikRuTlRlns3AD3ve_9BC73FHkffYhRR=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p>Chance</p>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-86980903884868577082021-12-23T11:55:00.000-05:002021-12-23T11:55:04.023-05:00Dead Plants<p> Someone around here must have the exact opposite of a green thumb. </p><p><br /></p><p>A while back, one of the staff members very thoughtfully painted a plant pot for me. </p><p>It looks like this:<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PqKPw6ouIsU/YaEKp3zYS5I/AAAAAAAAAkk/mSFndBxpiWc7Z2W7q0EJNgJlT_KRKb0qwCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2310.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PqKPw6ouIsU/YaEKp3zYS5I/AAAAAAAAAkk/mSFndBxpiWc7Z2W7q0EJNgJlT_KRKb0qwCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2310.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isn't that nice?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>And eventually, another staff member planted some cat grass in it, which started to sprout delicious looking shoots. </p><p>That is, it was sprouting- until it was dehydrated and then drowned. Which caused nasty fuzzy things to also sprout in it. </p><p>One morning I walked downstairs to find this:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QX_pCufpjiE/YaFNMeqHUsI/AAAAAAAAAks/LkFg2ECXUj8aQdZ3W1UgXziuwYLQnYO8wCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2311.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QX_pCufpjiE/YaFNMeqHUsI/AAAAAAAAAks/LkFg2ECXUj8aQdZ3W1UgXziuwYLQnYO8wCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2311.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>And now no one has attempted to try to grow anymore delicious cat grass. So all I have is an empty pot. With some dirt crumbs in it. Which if you ask me, is a pretty sad sight. </p><p>No one has taken any initiative yet to try planting something new, though perhaps that's for the best...I could just end up being disappointed again. </p><p>Maybe one day I'll have a pot of delicious cat grass to munch on- until then, I'm trying to figure out how I can get ahold of one those nice poinsettias that are <i>juuuusst </i>out of reach. </p><p>Chance </p>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-88323564775211031092021-11-13T10:28:00.000-05:002021-11-13T10:28:21.654-05:00I am not a Circus Cat<p> Barb L. just doesn't know when to quit. I try to tell her that I'm just not a trick cat. I ignore her, give her the cold shoulder, and try to express how much I don't want to be a trained circus cat. But unfortunately for me, Barb is a very persuasive human. </p><p>Which is why this happened:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B87b5XCjYsQ/YY_VTA6iXII/AAAAAAAAAkU/lS9OFfyqnP0uj3HwKMWSa5q3lRTdegyPQCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2062%2Bcropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1551" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B87b5XCjYsQ/YY_VTA6iXII/AAAAAAAAAkU/lS9OFfyqnP0uj3HwKMWSa5q3lRTdegyPQCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2062%2Bcropped.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Yes, that is a picture of me giving Barb a high five. Of my own free will. I think she was pretty happy I didn't hold out 11 1/2 months to finally cooperate with her on this trick. <div><br /></div><div>However, there are still some things I will NOT do. </div><div>For example:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkpmu2bQE1Q/YWmi5X3z8TI/AAAAAAAAAj4/VIfNsgkhKxIZezehhDYSuX4-O4Pud2ToACNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2058%2Bcropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1821" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkpmu2bQE1Q/YWmi5X3z8TI/AAAAAAAAAj4/VIfNsgkhKxIZezehhDYSuX4-O4Pud2ToACNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2058%2Bcropped.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>I will NOT jump through a hoop. Even if it is a very nice embroidery hoop someone very nicely let Barb borrow for this<strike> humiliation </strike> trick. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_v4xYIOoLfg/YWmjUXnKUlI/AAAAAAAAAkA/6msAI2GnYgkUQ8nsd6xtSoKBYA3WDdhuwCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_2060%2Bcropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1836" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_v4xYIOoLfg/YWmjUXnKUlI/AAAAAAAAAkA/6msAI2GnYgkUQ8nsd6xtSoKBYA3WDdhuwCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2060%2Bcropped.jpg" width="287" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Not gonna do it. Nope.</i> </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ccbOa9TKAr4/YWmjcvNZgaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/bisN4BcH9q0-Tc1VLKeXA60LIHjEI6O5gCNcBGAsYHQ/s661/IMG_2060%2Bcropped2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="661" data-original-width="651" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ccbOa9TKAr4/YWmjcvNZgaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/bisN4BcH9q0-Tc1VLKeXA60LIHjEI6O5gCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_2060%2Bcropped2.jpg" width="315" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Why can't we just stick with the high five...</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div>Barb's next task on her to-do list is to teach me to "speak" on command. I'm looking forward to seeing how she will try to convince me to do that one, because I'm thinking I might need a whole lot more treats for a trick like that. </div><div>Definitely <b>not </b>training for the circus,</div><div>Chance<br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-42157759289082241222021-10-08T10:55:00.000-04:002021-10-08T10:55:57.755-04:00The Flitting Fluttering Things<p> The end of this summer the flitting fluttering things came to visit me. Which was very thoughtful of them (though I'm not sure they had any choice), and I quite enjoyed their stay. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2BckP80uWA/YUYkk4nlpBI/AAAAAAAAAjU/4KwwOhZ_qXQaBQHuSTZDp841s6v8QSLDgCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210819_162901.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K2BckP80uWA/YUYkk4nlpBI/AAAAAAAAAjU/4KwwOhZ_qXQaBQHuSTZDp841s6v8QSLDgCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210819_162901.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Otcl37KnvEQ/YUYkjo-ziXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/zhGPdXGLMMQ6m8BDZsl8y87CMFSTD1ZwQCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20210819_162859.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Otcl37KnvEQ/YUYkjo-ziXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/zhGPdXGLMMQ6m8BDZsl8y87CMFSTD1ZwQCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/20210819_162859.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>I kept trying to give them *love pats* to let them know how much I appreciated their coming to visit, but there was this annoying screen thing in my way. And on top of that, every time I tried to let the flittering things know how much I appreciated them, a staff member would unceremoniously pick me up and move me far away from my flitting fluttering friends. <div><br /></div><div>I guess they were trying to protect the delicate nature of the flitting fluttering things, but I'm pretty sure my *love pats* weren't going to harm them. </div><div><br /><div>I've heard tell that all my flitting fluttering friends have flown south towards Mexico for the winter (they don't have a nice library to stay inside all winter), but I'm looking forward to their return next summer. Hopefully next time there won't be an annoying screen thing in my way. </div><div>Chance</div></div>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-84410197502078172612021-09-18T10:19:00.000-04:002021-09-18T10:19:05.431-04:00A Marvelous Thing Called Catnip<p>I had the opportunity to eat another plant the other week. But this time, I was actually ALLOWED to eat the plant. It was the very wonderful plant, <b>Catnip</b>. I've had dried catnip before, but this catnip was super duper fresh! </p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSD5mHkOxz8/YSQUj1J-oeI/AAAAAAAAAik/klSeafe6Ov4TDAzr83B66b_6cBIZZ7DIgCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_5614.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSD5mHkOxz8/YSQUj1J-oeI/AAAAAAAAAik/klSeafe6Ov4TDAzr83B66b_6cBIZZ7DIgCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_5614.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*sniff, sniff*</td></tr></tbody></table>At first I was a little suspicious. The only plant I'm ever allowed to eat are dandelions! But then...<br /><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RkCyr1dDedI/YTPCO3-ceNI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1MjYzqh0pkUPMw_hYqSOEO02NuyNNjO4QCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_5623.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RkCyr1dDedI/YTPCO3-ceNI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1MjYzqh0pkUPMw_hYqSOEO02NuyNNjO4QCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_5623.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFpg2dfvOvw/YTPCSh4p0JI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-PXSdW8kdHQdnh44IVlul9LGLuezqipgwCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_5622.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFpg2dfvOvw/YTPCSh4p0JI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-PXSdW8kdHQdnh44IVlul9LGLuezqipgwCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_5622.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5s8mc5kgT4/YTPCWKA5H5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/lVeR7BYWmnYCPv2ebqsPgjFx8CBZdDbEgCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_5624.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5s8mc5kgT4/YTPCWKA5H5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/lVeR7BYWmnYCPv2ebqsPgjFx8CBZdDbEgCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_5624.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*pat pat*</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wysj9qIrDa0/YTO67yLZL2I/AAAAAAAAAis/Ew_0eIFtIcEmvvPBd1CnQu7K7CzObLF2wCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_5649.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wysj9qIrDa0/YTO67yLZL2I/AAAAAAAAAis/Ew_0eIFtIcEmvvPBd1CnQu7K7CzObLF2wCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_5649.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*nom nom*<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>It was <i>delicious</i>. And very energizing. I didn't take a cat nap for at least an hour. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9aWrX3eQVI/YUUPfSLvZ-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/ptB9-8Et8kgQv4indYXqibAvXEwaTQB9wCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_5651.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9aWrX3eQVI/YUUPfSLvZ-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/ptB9-8Et8kgQv4indYXqibAvXEwaTQB9wCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_5651.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It was pretty marvelous. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hoping someone will bring me more of that green stuff,</div><div>Chance<br /><p></p><br /></div></div>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-75872136365929533752021-08-12T16:21:00.001-04:002021-08-12T16:21:55.210-04:00Braving the Cardboard Labyrinth <p> I've always been told that mice like mazes and are even experts on running through them. So a cat has to wonder; Could a cat beat a mouse at running through a maze? Entirely for competition, of course, <strike>not because I want a snack. </strike> </p><p>The other day I decided to test this. Or rather, Barb L. had a cardboard maze set up for a summer program, and she thought I'd like it. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxQ9-N0uBW0/YPl0iBUkhyI/AAAAAAAAAhs/0DOR3-mjyygOO6e8m1vnwGnSPyyjfdYGQCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_1887%2Bcropped.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1347" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxQ9-N0uBW0/YPl0iBUkhyI/AAAAAAAAAhs/0DOR3-mjyygOO6e8m1vnwGnSPyyjfdYGQCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_1887%2Bcropped.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The maze was entirely pitch black inside, which I guess was a problem for the humans who went through. A bunch of them took flashlights so they could make it out. The ones who braved the pitch dark without a light kept running into the walls, <strike>which was hilarious. </strike> I, on the other hand, am a cat. And cats don't need flashlights to walk through a dark maze without running into the wall. It's one of our many talents. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhBxHZ0F0AI/YPxc5iCCQHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Z7nahALvL34wr3j66phKDKnuEEDhoZYUQCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_1889.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhBxHZ0F0AI/YPxc5iCCQHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Z7nahALvL34wr3j66phKDKnuEEDhoZYUQCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_1889.JPG" /></a></div>I heard that some kids found the dark and twisty carboard tunnel to be a little scary, but I thought it was quite exhilarating. In fact, my third time through I was having so much fun I didn't want to leave. One certain staff member was beginning to be concerned I might be lost and stuck her head in the maze to try and find me, which I thought was silly. If I wanted to be found I would have been found. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4p1QEU8c74/YQvu0DyZiiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/2ReorOFO32c9ltevROcqZWdvwxrmYlaLQCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_1897.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4p1QEU8c74/YQvu0DyZiiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/2ReorOFO32c9ltevROcqZWdvwxrmYlaLQCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_1897.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Chaaancee!! Here kitty, kitty!"</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Eventually I came back out into the real world. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a93MN5tTdC0/YRWB5BkFycI/AAAAAAAAAiY/k8XVDzMH6Boc1JeLm5c6VEkhd-Sg9-CLwCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_1901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a93MN5tTdC0/YRWB5BkFycI/AAAAAAAAAiY/k8XVDzMH6Boc1JeLm5c6VEkhd-Sg9-CLwCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_1901.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Which perhaps was a mistake, because I'd really like to leave the "real world" for a bit longer and go back into that box maze. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Training for a mouse maze,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chance</div><div><div><br /></div></div></div>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-49340558022660002722021-06-26T12:50:00.000-04:002021-06-26T12:50:50.291-04:00Three O' Clock<p> Everyday at approximately 3:00 pm I make an expedition down to the youth department's front desk. You could call it my daily constitutional. Or snack time. Either works. But everyday without (almost) fail, I arrive in Youth department lobby at 3:00 pm. In fact, the staff downstairs have learned to anticipate my visit, and sometimes, if I decide to be a little early (punctuality is everything), they tell me to wait for my snack time. Which is ridiculous, because I'm pretty sure I'm the one who says how things should be done around here, not them. </p><p>Anyway, a few weeks ago (I know, I'm slow when it comes to writing) as I was coming down the stairs early again, I overheard my name said. Of course, this made me walk down the stairs faster so I could find out what was being said about me. As I turned the corner into the youth department, I was greeted by the most wonderful smell of green plants. There sitting on a cart, was a delicious looking pile of foliage and greenery. </p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDtBWmRzUk4/YNdP1oFSxOI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YQrenRb53IAzyvoBJBA2NIzCr1RC_MjzQCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_1302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDtBWmRzUk4/YNdP1oFSxOI/AAAAAAAAAhE/YQrenRb53IAzyvoBJBA2NIzCr1RC_MjzQCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_1302.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What is that delicious smell?</td></tr></tbody></table>Naturally, I decided to more closely investigate this pile of plants, and jumped onto the counter near the cart. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ioFC0pyMOA/YNdRS5UF7QI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hvl8DUoA-a86ky2z1ww1n7eiPnK2-nxkQCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_1304%2Bcropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1312" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ioFC0pyMOA/YNdRS5UF7QI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hvl8DUoA-a86ky2z1ww1n7eiPnK2-nxkQCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_1304%2Bcropped.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMc37CuRJfk/YNdRXod8KmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yBUXWkUi2z8MB55l9dGZHUuk3uoxGXoBACNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_1305%2Bcropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1538" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMc37CuRJfk/YNdRXod8KmI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yBUXWkUi2z8MB55l9dGZHUuk3uoxGXoBACNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_1305%2Bcropped.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">//sniff//sniff//</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p>But as soon as I got my nose close to these plants, they were wheeled away and locked in a room. I was told that this was for my own protection, the plants weren't for me, and something about them giving me cardiac arrest. Humph. </p><p>Turns out, that earlier when the staff was saying my name it wasn't because they wanted to give me more attention. It was more along the lines of "Quick, we better hide these plants before Chance sees them and eats them or he'll go into cardiac arrest." Which I guess the last part is thoughtful. I'm not particularly sure what cardiac arrest entails, but I don't like cars and I don't want to be arrested, so I probably wouldn't like it. </p><p>Well, the summer reading kids are coming in, so I'm off to find somewhere to hide out for awhile.</p><p>Chance </p>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-45034705111987077162021-05-19T18:53:00.001-04:002021-05-19T18:53:33.602-04:00The Second Greatest Napping Spot<p> I've finally found it. The second greatest napping spot in the whole library. The first greatest spot, which can never be replaced, is of course, my bed on Karen's desk. But the second greatest spot, believe it or not, is actually in the children's department. Fortunately, it's mostly out of the way of the tiny, grabby hands. I'd like to dub this spot "The Amazingly Comfy Free Bags" napping place. <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S3xGPquzFuM/YKWIpOGn36I/AAAAAAAAAgU/pM5GaQGqTJMrgeImJBB6hCBN0JOC13WfACNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_1141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S3xGPquzFuM/YKWIpOGn36I/AAAAAAAAAgU/pM5GaQGqTJMrgeImJBB6hCBN0JOC13WfACNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_1141.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"zzz"</td></tr></tbody></table>As you can see, it's so comfy I'm able to fall asleep even though there is the possibility of tiny, grabby hands coming in through the doors behind me at any moment. The worst part about this napping spot is that eventually it will disappear. In fact, as of now there are only 3 bags left in the stack, which is barely enough to constitute as comfy anymore. I suppose this means I will have to find a new second best napping spot, or perhaps reinstate the sunny spot by the window. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0KG-zIGsCc/YKWWNhLvrAI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TdUaJcYUBu4tVin_Sslzr1JuWchYnnXuACNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_1144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0KG-zIGsCc/YKWWNhLvrAI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TdUaJcYUBu4tVin_Sslzr1JuWchYnnXuACNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_1144.jpg" /></a></div>Until then though, you can find me napping on the "The Amazingly Comfy Free Bags". <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chance</div><br /><p><br /></p>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-4607676897131942352021-03-13T15:15:00.000-05:002021-03-13T15:15:45.424-05:00Defeating the Mouse<p> It's taken me a few months to finally get around to writing this blog post (So much for my New Years resolutions). But I have good reasons. All this time I have been carefully and stealthily stalking the <i>mouse.</i> This may lead you think we have a mice problem, but that would in fact be false. (Trust me, if there was a rodent problem in the library there would be much more shrieking from certain staff members who I will not be naming). Besides, if there were a mouse in the library, I would most definitely catch it <strike>and eat it. </strike></p><p>But fortunately for certain staff members, we are overrun with mice of a different kind. <i>The Computer Mouse. </i>While common field mice can certainly be wily, computer mice are a different kind of crafty. If you want to catch a computer mouse, you have to wait until it's not being guarded by the humans. </p><p>But if you wait too long after the humans have left, the mice don't do anything, which is well, <i>rather boring</i>. It's like they know you're watching them. So you have to wait for just the right moment between when a person is using the computer mouse, and that person is entirely distracted, to spring upon the mouse. Or in my case sit. Not only did the mouse not expect it, it was so shocked it could only sit there. Which as I said, is boring, so I didn't stick around too long. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhEE1YiHvKk/YEuEoOpfetI/AAAAAAAAAfU/lB5PGILLGeocMk356ZusoQWRBnLYr9yngCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/InkedIMG_0951_LI.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhEE1YiHvKk/YEuEoOpfetI/AAAAAAAAAfU/lB5PGILLGeocMk356ZusoQWRBnLYr9yngCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/InkedIMG_0951_LI.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The conquered mouse. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM4_9edVO0g/YEzcq7eL2JI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W_RZJA19X7M4pW-HGjPWstBdZHWq-nDGQCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_0952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM4_9edVO0g/YEzcq7eL2JI/AAAAAAAAAfc/W_RZJA19X7M4pW-HGjPWstBdZHWq-nDGQCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_0952.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I came, I saw, I conquered the computer mouse.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But what the mouse (hopefully) doesn't know is I'm still devising a plan to catch it in action. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Scheming,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chance</div><br />Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-1699247662688338742021-01-26T19:28:00.000-05:002021-01-26T19:28:22.991-05:00Vegetables and Late Night Escapades<p>As you may already know, I'm fond of eating treats. They're just so perfectly crunchy with the right amount of salty flavor. But unfortunately I also know that treats aren't always the best for my health or my, ahem, waistline. So Karen brings me vegetables every so often to help me even out. "Vegetables" consists of a handful of dandelion leaves, when the weather is right for picking them. </p><p><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-family: "Times New Roman"; letter-spacing: normal; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-transform: none; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ug0bNpMLvzU/X_94dIbYOzI/AAAAAAAAAeU/LKatODLd3kAXZALBiZ_0hWlnn32KGrmWwCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_0765.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ug0bNpMLvzU/X_94dIbYOzI/AAAAAAAAAeU/LKatODLd3kAXZALBiZ_0hWlnn32KGrmWwCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_0765.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating my veggies! </td></tr></tbody></table><p>The thing is, I'm not quite as fond of vegetables as I am of treats. So I always end up leaving a few leaves behind. This results in Newbie Lillian chastising me about how I shouldn't leave my leftover vegetables on the floor or the counter. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sT_HyzEcmoM/YBCyAMJlNNI/AAAAAAAAAew/DHQJrKz9kKQ5SW8uy7n1yhOYwbzOCLibwCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_0816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sT_HyzEcmoM/YBCyAMJlNNI/AAAAAAAAAew/DHQJrKz9kKQ5SW8uy7n1yhOYwbzOCLibwCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_0816.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The leftovers. </td></tr></tbody></table><p><br />A few weeks ago, when the Christmas hubbub was going on I snuck back into the forbidden meeting rooms when no one was looking. While enjoying the night accidently locked in there, I found another "vegetable" that no one will ever let me try and is always kept locked away; the poinsettia. </p><p>Now I know what you're thinking. "Chance! Don't you know that poinsettias are poisonous to cats?" Well, yes and no. It's a lot easier to remember when there isn't a juicy looking plant staring right at you. Plus, with it being January and plants not growing outside, I haven't had a green dandelion in weeks. All I could think about when I saw that green poinsettia plant was how tasty the green vegetables from outside are (mostly anyways). Luckily, I didn't eat the toxic part of the plant, and it turns out poinsettias don't taste that good. </p><p>Eventually, after spending hours locked in there with no place in sight to use the restroom, someone let me out in the morning. Everyone seemed pretty confused about how I ended up back there. I may or may not have pretended that I had no idea how I got stuck back there either and requested treats to help deal with the "stress" of my late night adventure. I made sure to get in an extra long nap that afternoon as well. </p><p>Looking for the next adventure,</p><p>Chance</p><p><br /></p>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-77493674383046559602021-01-16T10:43:00.000-05:002021-01-16T10:43:07.907-05:00New Year's Resolutions 2021<p> 1. Get out of the office more to see people. </p><p>2. Find the biggest sun puddle yet.</p><p>3. Spend more time watching the jumping and flying things. </p><p>4. Take at least one lap around the building a day. </p><p>5. Continue going downstairs everyday at 3:00pm (unless I'm napping) </p><p>6. Post a blog post every other week? </p><p>7. <strike>Learn a new trick </strike> Teach Barb L. a new trick</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2ejiYAyGNc/YAMJYxb6BhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qQQ4IFZHvF0PfKZNlWD_nsMdzgNEiXLBwCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_0832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2ejiYAyGNc/YAMJYxb6BhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qQQ4IFZHvF0PfKZNlWD_nsMdzgNEiXLBwCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_0832.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Happy New Year!</p><p>Chance</p>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551272550362981197.post-56916033905544177822020-12-23T10:19:00.000-05:002020-12-23T10:19:05.200-05:00Merry Grinchmas! <p> Someone unusually grumpy has taken over Christmas at the library this year (No, it's not me). This someone just happens to be green and wears his shoes too tight (See? I told you it wasn't me). If you need a hint, check out who's hanging upside down behind me. </p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zpFbI8HVeWw/X-KBpBvbleI/AAAAAAAAAdw/eFtcFsTvDRMhq1CtCLeShziEdYtnf8dngCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_0833.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zpFbI8HVeWw/X-KBpBvbleI/AAAAAAAAAdw/eFtcFsTvDRMhq1CtCLeShziEdYtnf8dngCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_0833.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't look now....</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhLP95x28Q8/X-KCU_40iQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/6coKmtYwes4l2_dFKWm64dRYotkBT-0CgCNcBGAsYHQ/s727/grinch.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="472" data-original-width="727" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhLP95x28Q8/X-KCU_40iQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/6coKmtYwes4l2_dFKWm64dRYotkBT-0CgCNcBGAsYHQ/s320/grinch.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">....but the Grinch is behind you. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Grinch! He's been sneaking around the library "ruining" Christmas! Rumor has it he even scared Santa away from the library this year. Or, well, that's what I thought he was here to do. That is until I found some suspicious bags of goodies in the Youth department. They were all neatly packaged with Grinch gifts and human treats, and on the outside they were labeled by the Grinch. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But do you know what? The Grinch left treats and gifts for all the girls and boys at the library, but he completely forgot about me. I don't want to sound ungrateful, but he didn't leave a single thing for me. At least he didn't take any treats from my special treat drawer. He probably knew that Barb would catch him and make him ring the bell. </div><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kLt1UM09-cA/X-KBQyRlFmI/AAAAAAAAAdo/t1ShZwpYiR4BPnVu6K36koHQ37uzGWiMACNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_0828.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kLt1UM09-cA/X-KBQyRlFmI/AAAAAAAAAdo/t1ShZwpYiR4BPnVu6K36koHQ37uzGWiMACNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_0828.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Holding out for the real Santa,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chance</div><br /><p></p>Chance Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12175060085936485900noreply@blogger.com3