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Shadow Perlmutter
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Clever, Curious, Caring Cat
By Roz Warren Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.
~Anatole France My library system had a strict no-library-cats policy, but Shadow Perlmutter didn’t know anything about that. And if he had, I’m sure he would have disregarded it. Shadow made his own rules. He lived down the block from the library and would wait patiently outside our building until the automatic doors opened. Then he’d saunter in like he owned the place. He’d sit on the counter beside the sink in the circulation office until one of us turned on the faucet so he could enjoy a drink. He’d visit with the library director in her office. He’d tour the stacks. He’d keep us company at the circulation desk as we checked books in and out. (Keep reading) | 