Library tangles and library cats

Last night, in between bouts of lying awake in the pitch black, wondering what would happen to an item that's been flagged for Reserve, put on and then off Reserve before the end of day system process has run, checked out to a borrower, and checked back in, but that also happens to have a request on it - in short, ARGH! - I dreamed at one point that my kitty cat Smog was...wait for it...a library cat!

There are no sleeping bags
in the library.

He was actually a fill-in library cat for the Law Library, because they had apparently had another library cat who had gone missing. My Smoggy had been doing temp library cat duty for a few months. In my dream, the day had finally arrived when somebody came by to announce that the lost library cat had returned, and so Smog's services were no longer needed. A guy who worked at the library (who doesn't work at that library in reality) got so emotional he started crying, 'cause he was going to miss Smoggy. Personally I can understand the pulling power of this kitty, but I also think that realistically, that library guy would also feel a little relief that he would finally stop being pestered at lunch time...and morning tea time...and afternoon tea time...by this naughty, naughty cat.

Anyway, in the dream I gave the crying guy a hug and said, "Don't worry, you can visit Smog at my place!" and he said back, "It's just been a really bad day..."

It's tough being a cat sometimes (and yes,
that is a paw in the bottom right hand corner).

I've only ever read a book about one library cat - Dewey - and of course as a result of that read, I've heard of other library cats. But knowing what I do about my Smoggy boy-o, it'd probably take him a while to warm up to people in the library. Not as long as it'd take my other cat, but she's not a dream library cat so she doesn't count.

I know a library lady...

...who once was quite anti-cats. Well, I wouldn't say she was anti them, more that she had a dog and cats were just 'eh' to her. Then a relative of hers got a cat, and suddenly the thought of having one of her own didn't seem too bad. She adopted a very cute little kitty, which shocked all her colleagues. Wait a sec...you've got a kitten? I thought you didn't like felines! But then it got even weirder...!

She adopted a second kitten. Colleagues were puzzled, confused, arching brows all over the place. I tell you, brows were simply out of control! How could this lady who didn't really have much passion for the feline kind suddenly have two cats?

AND THEN...........it got weirdest of all! Because this library lady got a THIRD CAT.

It was official. She'd joined the ranks of library cat lady. But she wasn't alone, because numerous of her colleagues were already in those ranks. Don't get me wrong, there are still staunch dog-only library folk in the same workplace as these cat ladies. But there's just no denying that, in this particular library at least, the tradition of cat lady-ness is strong.

Roses chocolates for dinner...Pods for dessert

One of our number just had a holiday while her husband took her kids down south for a few days. She informs us that last night she had a box of Roses chocolates for dinner. Dessert? Pods!

Said chocolate-eater's cat got in a nasty fight recently, and he's in a bit of a sorry state right now. But from what I understand of this burly bully cat, we should see the other guy (who, incidentally, is called Fiddy...or Blackie...or Barry White, depending on your perspective).

In other news of the feline variety, there once was Evil Orange, a cat of mighty evil-ness, but now he's living in Kalamunda. There is however a replacement, an evil kitty protégé who has stepped up to the mark. This white cat is known only by the name Whitey McWhiterson, but undoubtedly he has an actual proper name.

One thing's for certain, though - this cat is goin' down! Nobody messes with Superhero Librarian Elizabeth Rary's cats.