Dusty's Catalogue

 Dusty! You've had over a year, or maybe two, to compile the catalogue. What have you got on your list? Asked Whaea Selina.

She was a bit exasperated, and her hair was now changing colours again. Sometimes it was red, sometimes pink, sometimes gold, at other times, multicoloured. She just wished it was purply blue, so she could tie it in a bun like all the other librarians with specs. But it just wouldn't behave, and now she was losing some - thanks to Dusty. 

Dusty stretched and yawned. With an indication of a whisker and a flick of her tail, she motioned toward a book that had a piece of paper inserted inside, giving a list of titles.

Great Writers and the Cats who Owned them

The Complete Cat Breed Book

The Ultimate Cat Book

Mittens

Cats with Jobs

Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats

A Streetcat Named Bob

My Cat Likes to Hide in Boxes

Scattercat

Mog

Cat Kid Comic Club

I am a Cat

They weren't in any alphabetical order so there was more work to do. Whaea Selina wondered if the library work would ever end. After all, they had to run out of money at some point so conceivably they could stop, after books would stop being published and sold and readers turned into tv and computer viewer addicts. 

Dusty, I tried to get my friends interested in reading books but none of them are. I don't even know why they are friends with me. I have nothing to talk about with them. Other people ask me 'What do you do' and then when I say I'm a librarian they just look at me blankly. Whaea Selina sighed. She was talking to her cat again. Dusty never looked at Whaea Selina blankly. She usually had her eyes closed, taking a nap, or a look that said 'I'm waiting for my feed'. It really didn't matter if Whaea Selina read books or not, just as long as she wasn't getting into any trouble. 

 

Secret Garden, The

 the girl’s name is Mary

she’s an orphan
and goes to live on the yorkshire moors
in a rambling estate
with a dark secret
She’s from India
and her parents died from cholera

this much I know
she is miserable
the rains come down
the frost
the wind
the darkness
and gloomy cloud

then God shines a light
through the drizzle
and creates a rainbow
there is hope
after all

he sends her a robin
and a boy
a friend

then spring comes again
and the flowers bloom
she is safe in her garden

Dusty's books

 Dusty was set to work tidying the library. But mostly she set about chasing lizards that were hiding in the corners and pouncing on them. 

Oh no, thought Whaea Selina. This is what you get when you have cats in the library. I shall have to employ someone else. 

She called up her database and looked at her WILs Workers In Libraries. These were the children who had nothing much to do at lunchtime except be bopped by flying balls. This got a bit old after a while. They didn't ask for much pay, perhaps just a smiley stamp on the hand. 

Whaea Selina had removed the working computer and reconfigured the dashboards until there was only ONE button to press - return or issue. It couldn't fail and made a satisfying beep when a book was issued. 

This was to stop gamers from infiltrating the library and taking up all the bandwidth data, and throwing all the books out the window. The last time she had a machine check in the books, it cost so much in power and electricity and lost time with all the whirring noises it made that she ended up unplugging it along with the TV and the ipad and the telephone too and taking them on a long trip to the e-waste collection where the equipment got turned into TikTok machines. They had to now consider the nationwide ban of 'smartphones' in schools.  But would children still come to the library when there was only one button to push and couldn't text their friends? 

 At least cats had zero interest in computers apart from sleeping on top of them. 

Dusty, what do you think of this noob? Dusty looked up. 

The book was about Minecraft and it had so much squares in it that it made Whaea Selina's eyes swim. Dusty swished her tail no. 

Or this one? My Baby Kitten Book.

Yes. Dusty swished her tail again. 

Hmm I may put you in Collection Development instead of Circulation. Dusty purred. She was in charge of the library kitty too and there was now an undisclosed amount to be spent on new books. 

Dusty

 The shelves needed dusting. There was nothing quite for it but to rearrange them into some sort of order, after the spines had faded and the paper had yellowed, like expired cans at the back of the pantry cupboard. Who knew what toxic brew or marvellous medicine awaited in those perishable mystery containers.

Whaea Selina assessed the library. Definitely needed some carnivorous plants to eat all the flies that weren't being caught by the cobwebs. Everything is so last century but those computers and devices are shiny new black things with push buttons don't even work!   How will I ever cope? She wandered about in a daze. 

I'm sorry, we can't pay you, said the powers that be. 

Oh, she replied. I'll just do what I can. 

This involved some rearrangement of the furniture. This was hotly contested territory. I need someone to be here all the time. I know I'll call Mr Muggs.

Mr Muggs was not available, but he sent a look-a-like cat rescued from the SPCA  Whaea Selina called Dusty. She was black and white and had a very long tail, which was very furry and could also double as a bookmark. 

Dusty was to be the new library assistant. 

Monkeys on computers

 At Creek Valley School, the blue monkeys had overtaken the library. They climbed the shelves and typed Shakespeare essays on the computers. Miss Selina had tried to ban computers from the library after they were handing in book reviews on behalf of the students as the previous librarian hadn't taken the monkeys with her. She was suspicious whenever a perfectly typed book review was handed in and preferred handwritten ones complete with spelling mistakes, for she knew that that likely hadn't been a cut and paste Chat GPT copy job. 

Mrs Hardback, the Headmistress however was all for technology for she had bought the computers for the school years ago and wanted everyone to use them, eventually rendering all pens and pencils and paperbacks obsolete. She didn't forsee the time when the library would become a video game parlour. 

Miss Selina voiced her concerns but Mrs Hardback had lots of money invested in this new technology, and nothing left for books, so when it came time for budget cuts to be made she took her scissors and cut Miss Selina's name out of the school newsletter.

We already have a Mrs Chan so, we don't need two of them, it will only confuse everyone, declared Mrs Hardback, who ruled the school without question. Then she readvertised Miss Selina's job, but there were no takers, so she poached a librarian from the other school who was under the impression that the Creek Valley school library had more books than the one she was already in, where in reality it was just a dark, windowless room full of sleeping computers. And monkeys. 

Traffic on Lincoln Road

 Pablo and Mr Muggs met up at La Porchetta. Mr Muggs really wanted to cross the road, but he was a bit chicken. He wanted to get to the other side to the Bird Barn. Whaea Selina used to go to Pomaria School, I know because I saw her school photo in the 'Find Whaea Selina' book. And that's just down the road from the Bird Barn. 

Mr Muggs was thinking of the tasty birds. Pablo's mouth was full of cheese. He was wary though and warned Mr Muggs about crossing the road there were way too many cars and a cat pancake was a real possibility. There was a long line of late model SUVs snaking along to Waipareira Avenue, and trucks hearing toward the supermarkets, and buses, and Toyotas, Suzukis, Hondas, Subarus, Daihatsus, Mitsubishis, queuing toward the five petrol stations and drive through takeaways. 

If only we had wings and could fly. 

I thought it was the 21st century and we would have flying cars by now. 

Lincoln Road stretched toward the horizon of the Waitakere Ranges. It could be cleared of all traffic, and turned into a runway, and all the airplanes could land and park near the Hangar Bar, or Sunderland School,  and we could send out a search helicopter to locate Whaea Selina again. 

The birds at the Bird Barn might agree to this plan, if they had not thought of this first. They knew something the cat and the mouse didn't. 

Goodhome

 Pablo paused in his tracks. This was most unusual. For the past four years, Whaea Selina had been turning up at Hells Pizza every Thursday at Lunchtime to deliver pizza to Ranui children, and it was only by their reading efforts that Whaea Selina had been able to survive because Lord knows that she couldn't subsist on the cold chicken and carrots school lunches. By extension Pablo had been eating whatever had been left over if it hadn't been snatched up by scabbers.

He thought she might have continued on, but the Creek Valley children were too well fed to need Hells Pizza, or maybe, they preferred the fancier Sal's Pizza? It had special sauce flown in especially from New York. But there was no sign of a reading deal on their door. 

Pablo turned to go and crossed to the Goodhome Gastropub. He smelled a faint whiff of cheese, and there was a sign outside their door. It read Quiz Nite Wednesdays. And inside, he noticed there were...books! They lined the shelves above the tables and near the pokie machines too. This was a definitely a pub Whaea Selina would patronise. 

Pablo was in luck, it was Wednesday. He just had to wait around past Happy Hour and see if Whaea Selina was at the Quiz Nite. Surely she would be there, they always needed her to answer random quiz questions. He recalled the last Kahoot quiz she held there was a question that most smart children got right and only the non-readers could fail.

Why must we be quiet in the library?

a) There's a baby in there and it's sleeping

b) If its noisy Whaea Selina gets a headache

c) So we can read our books in peace

d) So we don't have to call noise control and pay a huge fine