Excuses & Treachery

First of all, I did NOT receive 2:00 am Daylight Savings Time Visits from ANYONE on my staff. I am now taking applications for new AABs. If you're interested, just mail me a resume and several bags of Temptations.

Speaking of Mail, I'm finding that more and more people are using Library business as an excuse to contact, praise, and discuss me.

Exhibit #1: This is a Thank-you card from a person who visited the Library to do some Genealogy research.


Inside was a note to AB Karen and words, words, words and then:


Regards to Tober. Yes, this person was happy with our Genealogy help, but I think it was really just an excuse to send her regards to Me!

Exhibit #2:

Today we got a promotional card about an Indiana author's new book, and a personal note was included from a librarian!


Not really an Exhibit, but #3:

I have intercepted a disturbing email conversation between my Assistant Traitor Boss and another Library Director (you know who you are). Apparently there is some confusion about who writes my blog posts. Hrmph. Treachery! ATB Karen says that she and AAB Christine write my blog posts! Hrmph. I don't think so.

I have 85 Followers. They couldn't get 85 Followers if they were dragging 85-lb. bags of Catnip-crusted Salmon behind them.

I write my own stuff.


And I'm watching for more treachery.

Tober

The Mean Staff Diet

I have heard my staff muttering the most alarming things lately. I keep hearing words like "supper" and "dry food only" and "treats" and "he'll be okay" and, most importantly, "No More Soft Food."

No More Soft Food.

This is getting out of hand. They think that they can deny me my daily doses of Stinky Goodness because I don't eat it at it too much. I just like the gravy. But still, I like the routine--knowing that they will drop whatever they're doing and run to the grocery store. . . how they apologize and give extra Catnip when AAB Breakfast-Giver Becki is out and they do the usual bang-up job of FORGETTING to FEED ME. . . how the smell of my squishy food invigorates my nose and whiskers after a good seven-hour nap!

What am I supposed to do with these people? I'd fire them all, but I suspect they'd come back because they wouldn't have anything better to do. Oooh, AAB Christine said that was a Rotten thing to say. Well, it's Rotten to starve a Poor Defenseless (no thumbs!) Little Orange Cat and change his routine without asking permission!

You know what else is Rotten?

My pepper from my gracious West Lafayette friends. AAB Britta discovered some fur growing on the underside of it (in the broken part) last week, so we took one last photo together. They even wrapped it in paper towel so AAB Ritchie wouldn't fish it out of the trash like he kept doing with Little Green Pepper.


If I'd know they were going to take my suppers and breakfasts Away, I'd have saved Pepper for a snack.

Wasting away at the hands of my Treacherous Staff,

Tober the (skinny) Cat