Rex

     This is Rex. Rex is my cat-child. He is also my constant buddy whenever I'm in front of anything electronic: computer, tablet, Kindle, phone, etc. If it runs on juice, he's on you.  Now that I've gotten back to reading paper books, he likes to join me. Right in front of the print so that he's nice and comfortable. Meanwhile, I'm contorted into weird poses desperately trying to read. It's okay. I have begun Pilates and yoga now that my MLIS is complete and I have "the time." That's what audiobooks are for, right? He warms my lap during the cool nights and makes me sweat when it's hot. He snores sometimes when he sleeps, climbs all over me when I get to the good parts, and drools when I pet him to appease his fits of fidgeting. He has already left droplets of DNA on a few of the library's pages (Clariel by Garth Nix and The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey to name a couple). I always think that there should be a cat in every librarian's family. It's like there are two universal rules: 

Rule 1. You must love stories. (Since libraries offer so much more than books, it is important to love stories. And don't forget, non-fiction is a story written in facts.) 

Rule 2. You must have a cat living within your home. (Unless there is an allergy, then you must be extremely fond of cats.)

"These are the rules... I have just made up!" - Eddie Izzard, Dressed to Kill (1998)

 Much like his little, fat belly that just begs to be squished, he is my soft spot. He is my little black kitty.He curled up on me and decided mine would be his home. And sometimes, he makes me believe he loves me as much as I love him.