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Mito the Library Cat

This is going to be a blog about the MNL’s wonderful new Library cat, MITO! He is friendly and sweet and adores his friends the patrons. Soon there will be many pictures, blog posts and videos about him here.

He is approximately four years old and was adopted from a shelter called “Focus on Felines” in Uncasville. He was found stray near a biological sciences laboratory on Powerhouse Road, and thus he came to be named Mito, short for Mitochondria, the powerhouse of the cell!

We are very happy and lucky to have Mito – he brightens each day at the library for patrons and staff members alike! This blog will tell stories of his “adventures” at the library.

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Emily

emily

Emily, our previous library cat, lived at the library for 16 years. She was a rescue cat who enjoyed parties, hunting (especially bats and finches), and being pet by the library staff members and patrons. She was very well loved and has her own page on the library website. Emily also had a marble statue made of her, which unfortunately disappeared during construction. She is buried on the library’s grounds, and our director believes that she is still haunting the library. I believe that Mito and Emily’s ectoplasm are best friends.

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Library cat outlasts councilman who tried to evict him — Fellowship of the Minds

White Settlement is a suburb of Fort Worth in west Texas. Browser is a 6-years-old docile grey tabby who has lived in the city’s public library since kittenhood and is much loved by townsfolk. Elzie Clements in a councilman of White Settlement who spent all last summer trying to evict Browser. Guess who loses! Cameron […]

via Library cat outlasts councilman who tried to evict him — Fellowship of the Minds

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A Poem for Mito

I’m pretty sure William Butler Yeats didn’t have Mito in mind when he wrote this fantastic poem, partly because Mito has been alive for four years and Yeats has been dead for eighty-eight. Also, Mito is, for safety reasons, an indoor cat and unfortunately has no feline friends to speak of other than possibly the ghost of Emily. Still, reading the poem made me think of our newest cat-a-loger, and I like to imagine that when alone at night in the Library, Mito has some MYSTICal, slyly selenian fun!

The Cat And The Moon

by William Butler Yeats

The cat went here and there

And the moon spun round like a top,

And the nearest kin of the moon,

The creeping cat, looked up.

Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,

For, wander and wail as he would,

The pure cold light in the sky

Troubled his animal blood.

Minnaloushe runs in the grass

Lifting his delicate feet.

Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?

When two close kindred meet.

What better than call a dance?

Maybe the moon may learn,

Tired of that courtly fashion,

A new dance turn.

Minnaloushe creeps through the grass

From moonlit place to place,

The sacred moon overhead

Has taken a new phase.

Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils

Will pass from change to change,

And that from round to crescent,

From crescent to round they range?

Minnaloushe creeps through the grass

Alone, important and wise,

And lifts to the changing moon

His changing eyes.