Falling back into the leaves of books
Tiger here! (yawn) Just waking up and wondering why my lady is turning all of the clocks back. Humans are so weird and do useless things. Now cats, however, are totally cool and most productive. Take my Japanese kin Tama, for example, who is the only feline train conductor in the world and has saved a small town's train line from bankruptcy. Here she is in action:
Now, why can't I get a job like that? I would love to be a library cat or maybe even a bookstore cat. My lady told me there's a wicked new indie bookstore in historic and haunted Irvington, a neighborhood she has many personal ties to and which is only a short car ride away from our home. The shop is Bookmama's. Located on Johnson Street, just southeast of Ritter and Washington in Indianapolis, Bookmama's is a great place to browse for books, meditate with the Buddhist Center, get feedback from a writer's group or talk books with a reading club, find unique gifts, and just hang out and enjoy some laid-back conversation with the owner and staff or simply breathe in the oh-so-lovely smell of books. The shop's space is open to local groups and clubs, and they carry a lot of local publications, such as Irvington Haunts by Alan Hunter and Russ Simnick. You can even ask them to order books for you. My lady prefers the personal, friendly neighbor service of this little bookstore to the big corporate feel of the bookstore chains, akin to her preference for Lazy Daze Coffee House over the new Starbucks down the street. Lazy Daze is conveniently located right across the street from Bookmama's, so you can grab a book and read it while grabbing a cuppa (hint, hint). Bookmama's is also planning a big celebration for the 200th birthday of Edgar Allen Poe this coming January. Bless Poe's soul for his awe of, and admiration for, cats, especially when he said, ""I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat." Maybe I can enlist the help of the lolcat known as "Hover Cat" to transport me to Bookmama's to apply for a job. They can pay me with catnip or tuna. I'm easy to please and not too picky. But they have to let me smell the books. Oh, the lovely, dusty, heavenly aroma of angelic and demonic words, ambrosia to my wiggly pink rosebud nose.
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I hope all is okay with you it's been a long time since you posted.
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