Wednesday, August 12, 2015


I am the cat in this library. As such, the library is mine. Don Winston comes around from time to time, but he seems to have lost interest in the books. He even seems to have forgotten what they were for. So this is my place now. Or course, it was anyway, but I used to give some credence to human norms, when the whim took me.

As the cat of this place, my prerogative is to do as I please, when I please. I will sleep where I will, when I will. I will speak my mind as I see fit. And I will not care what anyone else thinks about the matter. You are either a warm lap and a willing hand to scratch my ears, or you are useless. And you'd better make sure the food is ready when I'm hungry....

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