It was the right moment for Spencer to have a library cat. “A 1950s matinee idol, suave and cool,” according to the smitten Myron. He was also a handsome devil, with a lustrous orange-and-white coat and huge golden eyes. Always, he exhibited exemplary behavior – “calm, patient, dignified, intelligent, and above all, outgoing.” They named him Dewey (naturally) and he lived the rest of his 19-plus years in Spencer’s library.ĭewey greeted patrons when they arrived at the door, snoozed on the shelves, snuggled in the laps of readers, and attended all meetings and story hours. She and her staff revived him – and decided to keep him. Myron, the former director of the Spencer, Iowa, public library, tells the true story of the tiny, frozen kitten she found pushed through the book-return slot one bitter-cold January morning in 1988. Sure enough, the little guy had crawled his way right into my heart. Instead, I made it to the last page and I was crying when I got there. I picked this book up dubiously, expecting a big, gooey cinnamon roll of a read – way too sticky-sweet to merit more than a few bites. That pretty well also describes my experience with Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World by Vicki Myron with Bret Witter. “A dog leaps immediately into your heart. The day a stray cat unexpectedly arrived in our dog-centric home, my ardently cat-loving cousin Jeanne had a word of advice.
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