Who runs this place anyways??

 So it's come to my attention that people need clarification as to who actually runs the library.  I know you may be thinking, it's clearly Head Human, Christine.  But in thinking that you would actually be sorely mistaken.  Sure, she takes care of a lot of things.  But she leaves every day when it's time for the humans to skedaddle. 

In fact, all the humans leave the library.  And then I'm left running the place.  If it weren't for me constantly monitoring what the staff are doing all day, then I'm pretty sure nothing would get done around here.  I even had to put a bed downstairs where I could watch over the staff's shoulders.  

Head Human Christine left her desk for 2 minutes the other day, and that was just the last straw.  I immediately jumped into action and claimed her spot as Head Honcho.  But then she came back and started taking my picture because she thought it was "cute"!  

How am I supposed to be taken seriously as the Boss if people keep calling me "cute".  "Handsome" is a much more appropriate term. 
I'm considering letting her resume her role as Head Human this time because I'm a nice Boss.  

Anyways, if you were wondering who's in charge around here - I'll be sitting at my new desk.  

The New Sheriff in Town

Currently supervising,

Chance

Haiku Day April 17th

Time to wake up? Wrong. 

I just got started on my

tenth nap of the day. 

-Chance

If you are a cat,

find a sunbeam for napping,

and never leave it.  

- Chance  

Chance is a nice cat

and he has very few flaws

but he sleeps too much.

and he needs his rest.  

- Chance

In sunbeams I sprawl,

dreams of treats fill my slumber,

feast, then sleep, my call. 

-Chance

Fall is Overrated

 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: 

• Pumpkins are literally everywhere.  (Why is there an obsession with a round, orange, vegetable?)
• Spooky decorations are in the Youth Department that I have to live with for a month.  
• And don't get me started on the motion-activated decorations. 

(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.)

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.  

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.  :( 

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 skinnier better-looking 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.  

The Unofficial Chance Mascot

The staff forgot one important thing though.  You'd think that in creating a parade float for the library, they would think to put the library's name or logo 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.  

Oh well.  At least they remembered to include me.  Important things first.   

The Golden Tabby

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.  

Currently avoiding the motion-activated ghost,

Chance

Everyone Blames the Cat

 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.  

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. 

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.  

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.  

The apology 

The apology reads as follows:  

To the Circulation dept. 

The item we are returning to your library was the unfortunate victim of water damage by our library cat. 

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. 

This was not at the hands of any patrons, we apologize.  Please bill our library, if needed.  

Thank  you,

Noble County Public Library

And the unrepentant culprit

To which I sent back a letter:  

Which reads as follows: 

Dear Mr. Kitty,

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.  

My staff received the book and accusation 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 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.)

Never apologize for your cattitude.  

Headbumps, 

Chance

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. 

And maybe humans will finally understand that it's time to stop blaming the cat.  We all know the dog did it.  

Chance

Summer Sun

 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.  

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 not allowed to be in the hall.  I'm just usually shooed out of the hall as soon as I step foot into it.  

This was a particularly large sun puddle at the end of the hall.  So I used all my sneaky cat powers to tiptoe my way to the end of the hall (which was particularly difficult due to a bell someone attached to my collar), and slipped straight into the sun puddle.  

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?  

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?  

Looking for more sunshine,

Chance