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.