And this is why absolute monarchs can’t get library cards either.
Oh that Miffy. Even when she can’t check out a book she still manages to violate library policies. And this is why that poor castle supervisor is lucky to not have white hair already. He must have a high tolerance for ego.
Well, this is going to have some far-reaching consequences, I can assure you. You’ll see what I mean in our next thrilling installment!
I love it when your politics shine through. 🙂 The politics of physical punishment for the abuse of library books, I mean. Although, I can’t really blame you. Or Miranda. Miffy’s demeanor is quite infuriating. At least she doesn’t crack the books’ spines or fold the corners of the pages, right?
That’s not politics, man. That’s justice.
Miffy is one of those-let’s call them monsters-who would carelessly bend a book open until the spine cracked, rest a chunk of greasy fried chicken in the middle to hold her place while she read, and calmly, with no thought of the horror involved, bend a corner of a page over to hold her place.
I get up every morning and thank the gods that I don’t know anyone like that…*
*well, no one who would do the fried chicken thing, anyway.
Hmmm…
It would be a handy place to put my fried chicken…
I have to (regretfully) admit that Miffy remains true to her cat-self. She’s a cat. This is a cat. This is how they think.
I heard a very angry kitten outside last night. (“Mew!!”) I went outside to check and saw something small on the neighbor’s yard. It appeared to be yelling at his window. When I chirped at it it bolted. I happen to know that neighbor owns to small yappy dogs, and no cats, so I’m not sure what that was about. I heard it again later, so went out and put some kitty treats on my walkway. They weren’t there this morning, but that proves nothing. The local birds don’t seem to understand the concept “you are what you eat” and seem to favor cat food, so it’s only a chance that the kitten found the stuff.
I certainly hope you find the kitten!
I discovered three baby feral kittens in a shed out behind my bookstore one day. Their eyes weren’t even opened. So I put food out for the mother. A few days later they were gone.
Couple of weeks go by and I hear a yowling out back. I ran around and finally found one of the babies, and took him into the store next door (he was in her backyard). Later that evening I heard another cry. After crawling around in the shed among the dirt and snail shells (now we know what mom lived on until I showed up) I found another. Turns out the third one was found a couple days earlier by the guy who owns the pet food store down the way. So all three babies are happy and healthy and spoiled rotten, as all pets should be.
*two small yappy dogs
Time for somebody’s library privileges to be revoked…
Anya is way ahead of ya: http://groovykinda.org/comic/crazed-cat-lady/
I remember (and love!) that one…
I wonder what trials and tribulations our cast will go through, all at the expense of a ruined library book! Just don’t tell Anya…
Anya will find out. She always does. The library has ways.
Castle supervisor? More like babysitter and ego deflection professional. Zookeeper perhaps? But, throwing books! Even soggy ones. Two wrongs won’t make it right. Now, if her Maj, Miffy, paid her fines (plus a little extra) she’d be “literaturely” pardoned.
Unless they decide to throw the book at her.
And Miffy pay fines? Oh, you silly man. Only people who do something wrong have to pay fines.
Too true, too true.
And why do I not believe that this will be the last time..?
Stay tuned.