Creature feature!

Hi guys!  Long time, no see!  You can blame my absence from the Internet on AB Christine.  Big surprise.  First she claimed excessive busy-ness, then she took Unauthorized Vacation, then she called the Library and said she had something called The Floo.  Meanwhile, I've been languishing away in the book return (which has been moved so that no books are returned on top of me).

Before all of the busy-ness and Vacationing and Floo, we had several interruptions in my library life.  It was absolutely horriblefying!

First, THIS showed up in the mail:

What could possibly be in that package?  Huh.  Let's open it.

Oh look--snacks!  The kind you can hunt down, then eat!  I gave them a few sniffs to see if they were high-quality ants or some generic off-brand.

Guess what?  They would have been really tasty. . . but these were "special" ants.  AAB Kathy ordered them to live in the library's Ant Farm this summer.  They're on display in the youth department if anyone's interested.  FYI all of the ants are girl ants, and all of them survived AB Christine's refrigeration (which included setting a timer, then leaving said timer in ANOTHER ROOM, then going "OH NO" and thawing the ants a few minutes too late, then realizing she wasn't ready for them yet, then re-refrigerating them while she inhaled more ant-sand, and finally dumping them into their new home).  These ladies must have some sort of ant superpowers to survive her "care."

Personally I don't know why we had to order them.  All we really have to do is drop a cracker on the tile and leave it overnight; then we would have an antstravaganza the next morning.

Here they are in their new home:

I was relieved that these "Live Creatures" were not soft, fluffy, and lovable.  I demand ALL of the attention around here, and I don't want some silly Ant Farm decreasing my daily allotment of pettings, treats, and tummy rubs.

Then something UNTHINKABLE happened.

Do you remember Not-Tober?  He was that funny-smelling, MY litterbox-using Imposter that my treacherous library staff made a big fuss over a couple years ago.  I was pretty mad about that incident, and rightfully so.  I fired almost all of my staff (except Kathy) because they all fell under his spell.

I re-hired them soon after because it's easier to scam treats out of multiple people each day.

Anyhow, I thought they learned their lessons.  Well.

Exhibit A:

Pig.

Exhibit B:

Lazy.

I would post more pictures of the rotten little thing, but I already know all of the human readers are "aawwwing" and "squeeing" and probably fainting with happiness over seeing such a tiny smelly kitten on my blog.  Okay, okay. . . AB Traitor Christine even took a MOVIE of the dumb kitten:

Notice how the silly little thing has NO sense of "personal space" and very little in the way of coordination.  NOT cat-like at all.  Very likely defective.

Thankfully someone stuffed it (i.e. placed it gently) in a (well-ventilated) cardboard box and took it (to a good) home at the end of the day.

Bossing is hard.

Purrs & Headbutts,

Tober

Wordless Wednesday, kind of.

Word.

Tober

Hideout

I found a new place to snooze and escape the pressures of running a whole library All By Myself.

AB Christine seems to think I'm "living on the edge" because I choose to take my naps in this place.  (She can be so dramatic!)

Can you figure out where I am?  Whoever guesses right in the comments will get. . . um. . . to feel the thrill of victory!

Have peaceful, nap-filled weekends,

Tober

Snack-time

Working in a Library as busy as mine can be very tiring, so we need Snacks to keep our energy up.

The problem with being a Cat is that I don't have thumbs, so it's hard to open drawers and treat-bags on my own.  Luckily I have helpful (and sometimes Not Terribly Bright) staff to open things for me.

AB Christine served up a pile of treats for me the other day, though it took her half a bag of carrots to realize that I might want a Snack, too.

*nom nom nom*

I ate my treats up really quick.  They are low-calorie Crispies, so I looked to see if any more might be offered.  (Also, AAB Karen wasn't working that day, which usually means treats are harder to come by.)

So I looked to my Right. . .

Let's see. . . any treats over here?

And I looked to the Left. . .

Any treats over there?

Hmmm. . . what's a Handsome, Intelligent, Thumbless Mancat to do?

*boop*

*nom nom nom*

Success!  Now maybe I can get some more Bossing done around here!

Purrs and productive headboops,

Tober

Spring Cleaning

Today is a very thunderboomery day in Thorntown.  I have been staying very low to the ground (except when an AAB picks me up to cuddle), and I have even let some children comfort me! 

Aaaahhh.  Spring time in Indiana.

Here's a little "Spring cleaning" movie I made during happier, less-thunderboomery, Springier times:

If you need me, I'll be smooshed into a corner on the stairwell.  (That's where all the Brave Mancats hang out during storms.)

Nervous Purrs,

Tober