I’ve been going to the library a lot lately. Was in there twice this week. The first time, as I was checking out, a little gray and white-masked cat went rushing by me, scooted behind the checkout desk and raced into the back where the books are sorted, bound and worked on. “Oh, there goes that cat,” Rhonda yelled. Up she went, running to the back.

A few minutes later, she returned with the bandit. Caught!

“I didn’t know the library had a cat,” I said.

“We don’t. But the cat doesn’t know it.”

She put the little cat in the side garden. It sauntered off through the flowers.

The door to the garden isn’t automatic, but the cat is smart. “It will eventually go around to the front and wait until someone comes in. When the automatic doors slide open, it shoots through and then waits for the person to open the inner doors. Then it comes in here and hides in the back.”

“I wonder why it does that. It doesn’t looked starved.”

“No, we think it belongs in the nearby neighborhood. But it loves to come in here. It sits and waits for a patron to open the doors. When I put it in the garden, it goes back to the front!”

Clever kitty!

It sure put a smile on my face.