Dear friends, family, and all city libraries…
You should never loan me a book, no matter how much I beg.
Piper: AKA “Chewy McChewerson”
Piper is a chewer. Papers, boxes, springy door stops, and especially corners of books. Catnip? Not interested. The lastest “beach read”? Oh, hell yeah. She had her way with the last book I checked out from the library. I so humbly took it to the counter, hoping they would forgive me and consider my tax dollars penance enough, but instead they wanted $28- to replace a paperback. Um no. They did let me buy a used copy on Amazon and exchange that.
Morrissey: AKA “The world is my litterbox, man…”
Mo ended up finding himself on antibiotics for a couple weeks after he decided to rebel against the litterbox. He found a borrowed copy of Mockingjay and my city election ballot to be the perfect place to take a pee. No, I didn’t end up voting for mayor this time around, and I discovered my cat is a bit of an anarchist.
To make matters worse, I borrowed the Hunger Games series from a friend that bought them while on vacation in England. So yeah, they were the British version (I could hardly notice a difference besides the extra “u” in colour & flavour). I will say I’m a good borrower in that I didn’t want to replace it with a book that didn’t match the rest of the set, so I ordered a new copy from ebay U.K. Being the anglophile I am, I secretly enjoyed pretending I was British and paying for the book in pounds.
In summation, don’t ever let me borrow your 1st edition Moby Dick.This entry was posted in outfits and tagged books, cats. ← sail away… Tucson Tuesday… →