Real Man-Cats Wear Necklaces. . .

. . . but only for a very very short time.

Yesterday I was minding my own business (as usual), taking a nap (as usual), and having dreams about a warehouse full of office furniture. (Each desk had an apple placed on the very corner, ready for me to fling across the room.)

Anyway, I had some Very Nice Young Ladies come to visit me, so I almost fully woke up to greet them. They had a gift that they had made for me. I didn't know what it was, until they scooped me up and slid a Necklace around my neck!

A Necklace is like a collar, only they are usually worn by girls and ladies!

I did not like it one bit. I mushed my head back as far as it would go, trying to make my neck disappear so the Necklace would have to fall off. This made everyone laugh at me! Boy, I was M-A-D. They called me "cute" while they petted my laid-back ears. Because I am a Gentleman and a good Boss, I did not hiss or growl at them.

They put me down on the ground, and I ran for Bonnie's desk. Then I tried to go in my litter-box, but it hadn't been scooped yet, so I panicked and looked around for a good spot. This is when Christine finally came and took the Necklace off of me. (For once she did something useful.)

Then we took a picture:


Notice how they are very Happy while I am very Un-happy. Also notice that I am upside-down.

At first I was very mad about the Necklace because I thought Necklaces are for girls and ladies. Then I looked in some Library Books and saw pictures of kings from way back when wearing Necklaces. I have decided that Necklaces are appropriate attire, since I am the King. . . er. . . Boss of the Library.

I still do not want to wear one, though.

I have given my Necklace to a cat who lives in My Library's Secret Garden. I would post a picture of him now, but my Photographer has grumpily refused to go outside in the rain.

King of TPL,

Tober

PS--I do think my Necklace is very nice-looking. The cat in the Garden doesn't seem to mind it.

Left Behind.

I was a very big help to Assistant Boss Karen in the last week. I helped her do paperwork,


warmed her chair, and even tried my paws at working the Adult Circulation desk.


Karen needed my expertise and support very much, and I did my best to help. I have been rewarded with my very own coffee cup--it says "Tober's Cup" (on the other side)--although Karen has decided that I probably shouldn't have coffee.


That is why I have not been able to post a blog lately.

But then, after all my hard work, Karen went on a Vacation and left me behind! Furthermore, she did not ask my permission to leave on Vacation, and by leaving, she is neglecting her very important responsibilities of petting me, giving me treats, and keeping me happy.

I first discovered her absence Saturday. I spent much of the day looking for her, going so far as to venture Downstairs. I thought perhaps she had gone Outside (she does that sometimes), so I went to the north door. Each time I went to the door, a staff member scooped me up and returned me to the Upstairs. This charade was repeated several times, until I was locked up in a office.

I have made my displeasure clear to the rest of the staff, so that they are sure to relay my unhappiness to Karen. They have assured me that she did not intend to hurt my feelings in any way, and will love me twice as much when she returns. I have heard that she is miserable on Vacation (because I am not with her), and she can't wait to return to the Library to see me. This is understandable, since I am a very handsome and lovable Cat, and I suppose I will have to forgive her.

The Assistant Assistant Bosses have assured me that everything possible will be done to keep me happy, and so far they have done a pretty good job. When I am locked up, it is always with a companion, and my meows are met with hugs and pets. I have been given many, many treats, and my tummy is frequently rubbed.

I suppose these Vacation things are permissible from time to time.

Now I must get back to instructing Cathie about the importance of neck massages.

Meows,

Tober

Imprisonment.

On Tuesday evening I startled Assistant Assistant Boss Chris Hawkins, who was working in her office. I did not mean to scare her, but I wanted to make sure that she was working back there (she was). I meowed a big Meow, and I guess she wasn't expecting me, so I scared her a bit. I was just trying to do my supervisory duties, but Assistant Assistant Boss Chris called Assistant Assistant Boss Christine and asked her to retrieve me.

So Christine came and got me, and locked me in the Processing Office. Can you believe it?

What's worse is that she took pictures of me! And she was smiling about it!

Here I am saying

Let me out of here!

Here I am saying

How dare you?

Here I am saying

You are demoted to Litterbox Scooper!

I need to train my nighttime coworkers to understand that at 6:00 pm, I expect full access to library nooks and crannies. It is very hard for me to do my job when I am cooped up in an office. One of the customers even commented on my captivity; perhaps they will rally around me and insist that the Boss should not be locked up.

I gave AAB Christine a stern talking to, but it probably won't help. This morning she tackled me to keep me from going downstairs. Some humans are very hard to train.

Aside from my coworkers having the notion that they can decide where I should be stationed at any given time, I am having a nice week. I have polished off one can of treats, and am working on two other packages at the same time! The food here is excellent!

Meows & Purrs,

Tober