|The library is a place of peace and quiet.
All day long people stroll through the rows and rows of books seeking knowledge
and beauty, romance and adventure. Yet most of those people are unaware
of a presence; a presence which moves through their world and sees all.
This is Miss-Miss, a small Maine Coon cat.
She sits quietly in the shadows, revealing herself to only a chosen few.
Like a queen on her throne she perches in the high recesses of the bookshelves
and views the humans scuttling below her. Miss-Miss smiles a kitty
smile to herself because Miss-Miss knows a Great Secret.
On the day that Miss-Miss arrived at the library
she was taken to the office of Miss Debra the head librarian. There
she was given a basket lined with soft cushions, a "box" for her needs
and lots of food and water. Miss Debra and the other librarians made
much of petting and talking to Miss-Miss that first day. That helped
alot because Miss-Miss was still a very young cat who was really quite
nervous about her new home. All the people and the very largeness
of the place made her just a bit afraid.
That first night Miss-Miss huddled deep in
her bed, dozing only fitfully as her senses sorted out all the new sounds
and smells. Along after midnight she became aware of strange lights
moving thru the darkness and hushed voices coming from everywhere.
Despite her fears, Miss-Miss was drawn to investigate. She crept
softly from her bed and peeked carefully through the partially open door.
Her soft feet padded noiselessly as she slipped around the big front desk.
Her fluffy tail quivered as she stretched her neck to peer into the dark
hallway that led to the books.
"Hello pretty lady", said a voice directly
behind her, "What are you doing here?". Miss-Miss leaped 2 feet off
the ground in surprise. She spun around to behold a tall man-figure
standing there. Even though the lights had been long ago turned off
it seemed as if the figure lighted the whole room. "Good Heavens",
the figure spoke, "I surely didn't mean to startle you so." "Who..
who are you?", exclaimed Miss-Miss in kitty-speak. The figure threw
back his head and laughed softly. "Folks call me Mark Twain," he
chuckled, "my real name is Samuel Clemens, but you can call me Sam if it
"You... you can understand me?", ghasped Miss-Miss.
"Oh of course", replied Sam, "all of us here speak Cat as well as Mouse,
Cricket and all the tongues of those who live here. "Miss-Miss meowed
her confusion and crept closer. "But Miss Debra and the others don't really
hear my words no matter how hard I try, so how is it that you do?
And what do you mean you All can? Are there others here? Why
are you here only after Miss Debra is gone?"
"Whoa now little lady", Sam laughed, "so many
questions will take some time to answer. I'll sit down here and explain
everything; but first may I know the name of the lady I'm addressing?"
"Oh, I'm called Miss-Miss, I'm the new library cat you see." "Ah
yes", said Sam, "a beautiful name for a beautiful lady", and his eyes twinkled
merrily. Miss-Miss blushed a kitty blush, fluffed out her fur and
sat as regally and prettily as she knew how. Sam winked an eye, grinned
and continued. "I'm what is called an author, I and my friends wrote
all the books in this wonderful place." Miss-Miss looked all around
her and mewed. "So many books, it must have taken a very long time?"
"Many, many years", replied Sam, "indeed, all of us spent our whole lives
Miss-Miss smiled a kitty smile at Sam, "You
don't look that old to me", she purred. Sam tossed back his mane
of silver hair and laughed his wonderful laugh again. "Ah Miss-Miss,
we're very, very old. You see, we've left behind the worlds we lived
in and moved on to another place. We're all spirits now, what the
world calls ghosts." "Really?", mewed Miss-Miss and she peered closer
at Sam. He did seem to glow a bit. "Oh my yes", smiled Sam,
"but there is a part of our souls in everything we write. So we gather
wherever our books may be, such as this fine library, and we talk about
many things. Would you like to join our group?"
Miss-Miss bowed her head and her whiskers drooped.
"Oh sir", she softly mewed, "I would like that so much. It's so lonely
here after Miss Debra leaves and a little scary too. But I'm only
a young cat, surely your friends would not want to be bothered by such
as me? There is just so much I do not understand and I fear I'm not
smart enough you see."
"Stuff and nonsense", scoffed Sam, "cats are
among the most intelligent of persons. Why bless my soul, you'll
learn things in no time at all. Any author worthy of the name would
be delighted to pass on their knowledge to a willing student. Now
come young puss and many times welcome."
That night Miss-Miss became a part of the Great
Secret. Every night now she attends the Gathering of Authors and
she curls up on the lap of one of her friends. Her voice and opinion
is much valued and Miss-Miss has become a very important part of the magical
world of the library.
By: Wayne Pond
Copyright © 01-18-03