New Snack Bar!

I am pleased to announce that My Library has a new cat-friendly snack bar!

For a comparison, let me show you the old snack bar:


If you will notice, it is filled with bland (i.e. un-smelly or -Catnip-y) items like juice, crackers, and chips. The children, they LOVE these snacks. The Library Cat. . . not so much.

So I was pleasantly surprised when a Mr. Chris Griggs visited and stocked a snack bar for Me:

I like fishes 'cause they're so delicious. . .

There is a nice variety of snacks in there, although they are very Small. (That is okay, because I'm kind of Small, too.)

Oh, wait. What?

Oh, so apparently these fishes aren't snacks at all. They're decorative, kind of like those bottles of oil infused with garlic and peppers and carrots and stuff. I can look, but no snacking.

I had AAB Photographer take some pictures of the fishes. She has never tried to photograph swimming fishes before, so it was quite a challenge (especially for her).

Here is a little Orange fish. He is Nemo:


We have two Dory-fishes. Here is one of them:


We also have lots of Crabby-things. NOTE: This is a different kind of Crabby than the Crabby I see when the Library ladies haven't had coffee and/or chocolate. THAT kind of Crabby makes these little Crabby-things look like sweet fluffy baby bunnies:


Now that we have more exciting fishes living in the snack bar fish tank, it's hard getting the staff to DO anything--like feed me dinner on time. They're taking this "fish tanks are relaxing" thing way too far. Pretty soon they'll have a La-Z-Boy installed at the Youth Circulation Desk.

Me, I'm just biding my time. Here I am using my superior mental powers to bend the staff to my will:


One day they'll forget to close the lid on that treat can. And when they do,

I'll probably be asleep.

Waiting for appetizers,

Tober

The Most Horrible Thing Ever

Last Wednesday something terrible happened at my Library. (The Wednesday I am referring to was July 15--technically TWO Wednesdays ago. I am just now recovering from the terribleness of that day.)

Two nice-looking Human fellows in blue shirts came in and wandered around the building for a while. They were peeking in closets and looking up at the ceiling a lot. One of them had a big stick with a plastic-looking thingie on the end, and they kept sticking it over these round things with blinky lights that are up on my ceilings. They then would say "Thanks" to whoever let them in that particular room and move on to the next round thing. It turns out they were testing the smoke detectors, which is a Very Important Thing to Do.

I thought they were harmless.

No one told me they were also testing these things called Fire Alarms.

I thought Karen was coming for an afternoon visit whlie I napped by the restrooms. She sat down and started petting me, and I thought it was very Nice that she was so lonely for me. I was thinking about getting up and relocating back in my office chair.

Then Christine came for a visit. I should have known something Bad was going to happen when she showed up. Why was I so popular all of a sudden? When I sit by the restrooms, I usually only get visits when someone needs to visit "the facilities" or get into the storage room.

Then, in mid-petting, the Fire Alarm went off! It was absolutely positively the most Terrible sound in the Whole Wide World! It made my ears want to turn inside-out! (See reenacted shot below.)


I ran as fast as I could to get away from the sound, but it was coming from Everywhere! Lights were flashing, too, and I hunkered down on the ground and ran for the Downstairs. It was noisy and flashing down there, too, and then my Staff started chasing me, so I ran faster!

Fellow Cats, if you have never heard the sound of 14,000 square feets of library alarms warning people to get the heck out, just imagine about a dozen toddler girls sqealing "Kitty!!!!" into your ears. The effect would be similar, I think.

I think I'm still partially deaf from the experience.

Huh?

Tober

PS I am going to request that my Staff put one of those stickers on my Library doors that say "Please Mr. Fireman rescue the 1 cat that lives in this building." We can forget about the fishtank--they are swimming in fire putter-outer.