On a brutally cold January morning in 1988, librarian Vicki Myron found a barely alive, filthy little kitten in the library book drop in Spencer, Iowa. That discovery proved to be a stroke of luck for the kitten, who promptly got warmed, washed, fed and cuddled by Vicki. And what a beautiful orange and white kitten emerged from that initial care! The fortunate animal, dubbed Dewey Readmore Books, had a name that was almost as big as he was little. Though the library board wasn't wildly enthusiastic about the situation, they did give approval for Dewey to take up residence at the library.
Dewey was instantly at home in the 13,000 square-foot building that he was allowed to roam and explore at will. He made friends easily because he trusted everyone and had a gentle, kittenish way about him that was nearly impossible to resist. On weekends and holidays, Vicki took him home with her. Dewey spent weeknights alone in the quiet, darkened library, but he was in place each morning by the front door to give his right paw a tiny wave to Vicki as he watched her cross the street and head toward the library.
It wasn't long until Dewey, a very fussy eater, had the library staff spoiling him with different brands and flavors of cat food. Cats are creatures of habit, and Dewey quickly fell into a daily routine that involved, among other things, greeting patrons, attending meetings and napping frequently. He loved story hour almost as much as the youngsters did and attended one for the special needs children. He befriended a little handicapped girl named Crystal who delighted in his attention and affection. Dewey seemed to have a sixth sense --- the uncanny ability to zero in on who needed him most and give that person his undivided attention.
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