When Spencer, Iowa librarian Vicki Myron arrived at work that cold winter morning in 1988, she had no inkling that a small thing she would find in the overnight book drop would forever change her life and that of her whole community. That something was a tiny kitten, bedraggled and half frozen. Almost immediately, this unannounced critter won the hearts of the staff; by quick affirmation, he was adopted, declawed, neutered, and given a library-friendly name (Dewey Readmore Books). For the next eighteen years, until he died in 2006, Dewey provided his gentle, independent feline presence to a small library and the surrounding rural community. Dewey the book shows how even one small-town bookish cat can make a big difference. A Barnes & Noble Bestseller in a new paperback edition.
Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the Worldby Vicki Myron, Bret Witter
How much of an impact can an animal have? How many lives can one cat touch? How is it possible for an abandoned kitten to transform a small library, save a classic American town, and eventually become famous around the world? You can't even begin to answer those questions until you hear the charming story of Dewey Readmore Books, the beloved library cat of Spencer,… See more details below
How much of an impact can an animal have? How many lives can one cat touch? How is it possible for an abandoned kitten to transform a small library, save a classic American town, and eventually become famous around the world? You can't even begin to answer those questions until you hear the charming story of Dewey Readmore Books, the beloved library cat of Spencer, Iowa.
Dewey's story starts in the worst possible way. Only a few weeks old, on the coldest night of the year, he was stuffed into the returned book slot at the Spencer Public Library. He was found the next morning by library director, Vicki Myron, a single mother who had survived the loss of her family farm, a breast cancer scare, and an alcoholic husband. Dewey won her heart, and the hearts of the staff, by pulling himself up and hobbling on frostbitten feet to nudge each of them in a gesture of thanks and love. For the next nineteen years, he never stopped charming the people of Spencer with his enthusiasm, warmth, humility, (for a cat) and, above all, his sixth sense about who needed him most.
As his fame grew from town to town, then state to state, and finally, amazingly, worldwide, Dewey became more than just a friend; he became a source of pride for an extraordinary Heartland farming town pulling its way slowly back from the greatest crisis in its long history.
In a world where a bad dog topped bestseller lists for years, it's inevitable that a library cat would soon make a bid to win the hearts of a nation. According to Mayron, this has already happened. Dewey is not bad, just occasionally mischievous enough to provide opportunities for the narrator to coo. Suzanne Toren wholeheartedly devotes herself to the first-person account of the author's travels with Dewey and only occasionally meanders into the sugar bowl. Dewey's story is a testament to how something small with a big heart can have an incalculable effect on a community. Anyone with at least one cat is guaranteed to get a lump in his or her throat as the orange fluff-ball connects with a severely disabled girl in one particularly affecting scene, memorably brought to life by Toren in her librarian persona. A Grand Central hardcover (Reviews, July 28). (Sept.)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
This heartwarming tale about a cat who inspired a small Iowa town during hard economic times, as told by the librarian who took him in, deserves better treatment than it receives here. Suzanne Toren (Magic Hour) presents this story as though it were a tale for children, regularly pausing to allow the message to sink in-an approach that grates over the course of four-and-a-half hours. While there is obviously a considerable audience for this wonderful story, waiting for a version read by a different (and perhaps less chipper) narrator might be warranted. [Audio clip and downloadable podcast available through
The story of Dewey, author Vicki Myron, and Spencer, Iowa, captures what makes small town life worth preservinga sense of community. Dewey rekindles my belief that one person (together with one cat) can change lives. Vicki gives Spencer's famous library cat a 10th life by writing this engaging biography."Christie Vilsack, former First Lady of Iowa and President of The Vilsack Foundation"
DEWEY is charming, lovely, and moving. It's about life and death and small-town values and, above all, love. Norton would have liked Deweythe cat and the book immensely."Peter Gethers, author of THE CAT WHO WENT TO PARIS and THE CAT WHO'LL LIVE FOREVER
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The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World
By Vicki Myron Bret Witter
Grand Central Publishing
Copyright © 2008
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Chapter One The Coldest Morning
January 18, 1988, was a bitterly cold Iowa Monday. The night before, the temperature had reached minus fifteen degrees, and that didn't take into account the wind, which cut under your coat and squeezed your bones. It was a killing freeze, the kind that made it almost painful to breathe. The problem with flat land, as all of Iowa knows, is that there's nothing to stop the weather. It blows out of Canada, across the Dakotas, and straight into town. The first bridge in Spencer across the Little Sioux, built in the late 1800s, had to be taken down because the river became so jammed with ice everyone worried the pylons would collapse. When the town water tower burned down in 1893-the straw packing used to keep the riser pipe from freezing caught fire, and all the nearby fire hydrants were frozen solid-a two-foot-thick, ten-foot-wide circle of ice slid out the top of the tank, crushed the community recreation center, and shattered all over Grand Avenue. That's winter in Spencer for you.
I have never been a morning person, especially on a dark and cloudy January day, but I have always been dedicated. There were a few cars on the road at seven thirty, when I drove the ten blocks to work, but as usual mine was the first car in the parking lot. Across the street, the Spencer Public Library was dead-no lights, no movement, no sound until I flipped a switch and brought it to life. The heater switched on automatically during the night, but the library was still a freezer first thing in the morning. Whose idea was it to build a concrete and glass building in northern Iowa? I needed my coffee.
I went immediately to the library staff room-nothing more than a kitchenette with a microwave and a sink, a refrigerator too messy for most people's taste, a few chairs, and a phone for personal calls-hung up my coat, and started the coffee. Then I scanned the Saturday newspaper. Most local issues could affect, or could be affected by, the library. The local newspaper, the Spencer Daily Reporter, didn't publish on Sunday or Monday, so Monday was catch-up morning for the Saturday edition.
"Good morning, Vicki," said Jean Hollis Clark, the assistant library director, taking off her scarf and mittens. "It's a mean one out there."
"Good morning, Jean," I said, putting aside the paper.
In the center of the staff room, against the back wall, was a large metal box with a hinged lid. The box was two feet high and four feet square, about the size of a two-person kitchen table if you sawed the legs in half. A metal chute rose out of the top of the box, then disappeared into the wall. At the other end, in the alley behind the building, was a metal slot: the library's after-hours book return.
You find all kinds of things in a library drop box-garbage, rocks, snowballs, soda cans. Librarians don't talk about it, because it gives people ideas, but all libraries deal with it. Video stores probably have the same problem. Stick a slot in a wall and you're asking for trouble, especially if, as it did at the Spencer Public Library, the slot opened onto a back alley across the street from the town's middle school. Several times we had been startled in the middle of the afternoon by a loud pop from the drop box. Inside, we'd find a firecracker.
After the weekend, the drop box would also be full of books, so every Monday I loaded them onto one of our book carts so the clerks could process and shelve them later in the day. When I came back with the cart on this particular Monday morning, Jean was standing quietly in the middle of the room.
"I heard a noise."
"What kind of noise?"
"From the drop box. I think it's an animal."
"An animal. I think there's an animal in the drop box."
That was when I heard it, a low rumble from under the metal cover. It didn't sound like an animal. It sounded more like an old man struggling to clear his throat. But I doubted it was an old man. The opening at the top of the chute was only a few inches wide, so that would be quite a squeeze. It was an animal, I had little doubt of that, but what kind? I got down on my knees, reached over to the lid, and hoped for a chipmunk.
The first thing I felt was a blast of freezing air. Someone had jammed a book into the return slot, wedging it open. It was as cold in the box as it was outside; maybe colder, since the box was lined with metal. You could have kept frozen meat in there. I was still catching my breath when I saw the kitten.
It was huddled in the front left corner of the box, its head down, its legs tucked underneath it, trying to appear as small as possible. The books were piled haphazardly to the top of the box, partially hiding it from view. I lifted one gingerly for a better look. The kitten looked up at me, slowly and sadly. Then it lowered its head and sank down into its hole. It wasn't trying to appear tough. It wasn't trying to hide. I don't even think it was scared. It was just hoping to be saved.
I know melting can be a cliché, but I think that's what actually happened to me at that moment: I lost every bone in my body. I am not a mushy person. I'm a single mother and a farm girl who has steered her life through hard times, but this was so, so ... unexpected.
I lifted the kitten out of the box. My hands nearly swallowed it. We found out later it was eight weeks old, but it looked no more than eight days old, if that. It was so thin I could see every rib. I could feel its heart beating, its lungs pumping. The poor kitten was so weak it could barely hold up its head, and it was shaking uncontrollably. It opened its mouth, but the sound, which came two seconds later, was weak and ragged.
And cold. That's what I remember most, because I couldn't believe a living animal could be so cold. It felt like there was no warmth at all. So I cradled the kitten in my arms to share my heat. It didn't fight. Instead, it snuggled into my chest, then laid its head against my heart.
"Oh, my golly," said Jean.
"The poor baby," I said, squeezing tighter.
Neither of us said anything for a while. We were just staring at the kitten. Finally Jean said, "How do you think it got in there?"
I wasn't thinking about last night. I was only thinking about right now. It was too early to call the veterinarian, who wouldn't be in for an hour. But the kitten was so cold. Even in the warmth of my arms, I could feel it shaking.
"We've got to do something," I said.
Jean grabbed a towel, and we wrapped the little fellow up until only its nose was sticking out, its huge eyes staring from the shadows in disbelief.
"Let's give it a warm bath," I said. "Maybe that will stop the shivering."
I filled the staff room sink with warm water, testing it with my elbow as I clutched the kitten in my arms. It slid into the sink like a block of ice. Jean found some shampoo in the art closet, and I rubbed the kitten slowly and lovingly, almost petting it. As the water turned grayer and grayer, the kitten's wild shivering turned to soft purring. I smiled. This kitten was tough. But it was so very young. When I finally lifted it out of the sink, it looked like a newborn: huge lidded eyes and big ears sticking out from a tiny head and an even smaller body. Wet, defenseless, and meowing quietly for its mother.
We dried it with the blow dryer we used for drying glue at craft time. Within thirty seconds, I was holding a beautiful, long-haired orange tabby. The kitten had been so filthy, I had thought it was gray.
By this time Doris and Kim had arrived, and there were four people in the staff room, each cooing over the kitten. Eight hands touched it, seemingly at once. The other three staffers talked over one another while I stood silently cradling the kitten like a baby and rocking back and forth from foot to foot.
"Where did it come from?"
"The drop box."
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
I glanced up. They were all looking at me. "A boy," I said.
"How old is he?"
"How did he get in the box?"
I wasn't listening. I only had eyes for the kitten.
"It's so cold."
"The coldest morning of the year."
A pause, then: "Someone must have put him in the box."
"Maybe they were trying to save him. From the cold."
"I don't know ... he's so helpless."
"He's so young."
"He's so beautiful. Oh, he's breaking my heart."
I put him down on the table. The poor kitten could barely stand. The pads on all four of his paws were frostbitten, and over the next week they would turn white and peel off. And yet the kitten managed to do something truly amazing. He steadied himself on the table and slowly looked up into each face. Then he began to hobble. As each person reached to pet him, he rubbed his tiny head against her hand and purred. Forget the horrible events in his young life. Forget the cruel person who shoved him down that library drop box. It was as if, from that moment on, he wanted to personally thank every person he ever met for saving his life.
By now it had been twenty minutes since I pulled the kitten out of the drop box, and I'd had plenty of time to think through a few things-the once common practice of keeping library cats, my ongoing plan to make the library more friendly and appealing, the logistics of bowls and food and cat litter, the trusting expression on the kitten's face when he burrowed into my chest and looked up into my eyes. So I was more than prepared when someone finally asked,
"What should we do with him?"
"Well," I said, as if the thought had just occurred to me, "maybe we can keep him."
Excerpted from Dewey by Vicki Myron Bret Witter Copyright © 2008 by Vicki Myron. Excerpted by permission.
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Meet the Author
Vicky Myron grew up on a family farm in northwest Iowa. She began as an assistant librarian at the Spencer library. Within a few years, she was promoted to director of the library. As a single mother, Vicky worked towards a masters degree for librarians during weekends and nights. It was then that she met Dewey, who made his home at the library and kept her company late nights while she studied. Vicky has served on the Executive Board of the Iowa Library Association, and on numerous statewide advisory panels. She is one of six library management instructors in the Iowa library system.
Bret Witter has ghostwritten nine books. Before becoming a professional writer, Bret spent three years as the Editorial Director of HCI, the publisher of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. Bret lives in Louisville, Kentucky.
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This book is for everybody. Whether you are a child or an adult, whether you like cats or not, even whether you like reading or not! It is a really heartwarming story that reads very easy and that will fill your heart with great affection. It is a story of an extraordinary cat, a librarian, and their lives in a small Iowa town. It's a story that brought the little town of Spencer onto the world map. The Japanese television filmed Dewey, and after he died, his obituary ran in over 200 papers. But most of all, this isn't just another cat story; it's a story of survival, endurance, trust, and hope. Finally, it is a story about love and living a good life. You will understand all that after you read the final few chapters.
I highly recommend this book! You will fall in love with Dewey after reading the first few pages. I promise you that! For more heartwarming stories about another ginger cat I suggest the series of "Why Some Cats are Rascals". Read them all - you will want to share the stories with your loved ones.
This book is a treasure! As an animal lover, I really got a lot out of the touching story. Also, the information about what it's like in a small town library was very enlightening. You'll laugh, you'll probably cry, but you'll go away with a greater appreciation for our furry friends.
I read the book in a day, not being able to put it down. Even though I knew what the outcome would be, I allowed myself to cherish the story, day by day; year by year. I so appreciate the honest, realistic and, sometimes, commonplace depictions of Deweys life; representing the wonderful, warm moments he shared throughout his life in the Spencer library; as well as the descriptions of his physical ailments. These are what happens to a kitty body; just as our own human bodies. My only hope is that some of the financial gain earned from this book and a possible movie, as well as other outcroppings of Dewey's life, is used to create a no kill shelter for all the abandoned kittens and animals in need who are not as furtunate as Dewey was. The three kittens since which were placed in the Spencer library drop box, as well as the hundreds purportedly offered to the Spencer library need homes, care and love just as Dewey did. I hope Vicki Myron sees to this and expands Dewey's influence to others of his species who are in need.
This book was very touching. It made you feel like you knew the Dewey the cat and Vicki and the people at the Spencer Library. I love cats. I have 2 of them and I know the love that cats can bring to people. It was sad at the end when Dewey died. I even shed a few tears. I have mentioned this book to some family and friends and some of them have read the book or plan to read it.
This is an easy and delightful read for anyone who has ever loved an animal. Ostensibly about a cat, the book is really about the people of Spencer, Iowa and their head librarian who is the author and Dewey's owner. The story imparts peace even though it details difficult events --failed marriages, illness, family estrangements, suicide, economic turmoil. Its message, whether or not intended, was to me that we all face life and its challenges but there are moments with meaning, peace and love that reflect the overwhelming simplicity of it all, if only we stop to catch our breath and pet the cat. Straightforward and not at all saccharine, this is a wonderfully refreshing read.
I really enjoyed reading this book. I personally have a cat that is very similar in personalty as Dewey. Reading the book reminded of when my cat was young and did all similar things and it made me remember and laugh. I laughed and cried while reading this book. My whole book club enjoyed reading the book.
It was a wonderful book. I appreciated the different topics not being long drawn out as I have found a lot of books where we know the inevitable is going to happen, ie, the animal dies.
Clearly, Dewey is no ordinary cat. But the author, who discusses very personal experiences and hardships of her life is no ordinary woman. This book was so touching, so wonderful, I am buying for everyone in my family for Christmas!
I thought about Dewey long after finishing the book. He was so special and when he had to go over the rainbow at 19, I felt as sad as if he had been my own cat. Vicki wrote a wonderful story of a very special cat. It was refreshing to read a delightful true story about a terrific cat instead of a dog for a change. I know I will read it again and again. I can't wait for the movie!
Anyone who loves animals, especially cats will love this book. I never met Dewey, and now I wish I had, but the book makes you feel as if you went right along this journey with Vicki, Dewey and the rest of the Spencer Library. You will laugh and cry. This book should become a movie!! Great Read!!
A must read for anyone that has "furry" four legged children. Touching and absorbing .... read it straight through.
Sweet. Easy reading. If you love cats, as I do, you will love this cute fuzzball.
Dewey is a heartwarming favorite, perfect for christmas gift giving. I wish all cats were like this one. I thought the idea was fantastic and carried out by Vicki and Bret to perfection. It was a touching story that had me laughing, crying, and everything in between. Don't think twice if you run across this book. Pick it up.
As a cat owner and library employee, I just loved the book. I couldn't wait to read it. I pictured Dewey in my own library as I read. I laughed out loud in several places. The book is funny, touching, and inspiring. The book illustrates the importance of libraries in our communities, and in our lives-all through the telling of Dewey's story. The book also shows that one person, and in this case, one cat, can make a difference. "Dewey" is a must read for cat lovers, cat owners, library employees, and anyone who is having a hard time in life and needs some inspiration. I wish my library had a cat!
This book is one of the funniest books in the world. But it was also sad. You might have mixed emotions like I did. Hope that who ever reads it loves it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just got through a very tramatic time and the way i did i was with this book. It made me laugh and cry and jump for joy. Every day i looked forward to the time when i could read of dewey, i delt such a connection to this cat more then ive ever felt to anoter creature before. If you want meaning in your life then this is the book for you!
Is the book that relates to my cat her name is Asher she is a tabby she is 5 weeks old
I just finished getting to know Dewey and his "mom", and love them both! We have a 10 month old "little tuxedo man" (Bo), and can completely relate to the bond and love that develops between cat owners and their little masters! We laugh at them and worry about them and cry for them-Dewey has left a wonderful legacy! This is an awesome story!
Dewey is a awesome book im still reading it but so far it is the most awesome book
I have an orange cat and he's pretty funny. When i read dewey i really connected with the author and it was kinda obvious she wanted to show off her amazing cat. With a cat like Dewey who wouldnt? I want my cat to be famous but he is fat and lazy and average. But Dewey is one of my top 10 favs along with Homer's Odessy and Huck. I love these books cuz i hav 2 cats, a poodle and a golden retreiver-white german shepherd mix. Luv them and luv these books!
Dewey by Vicki Myron was about a kitten named Dewey. Dewey got a second chance at life after being stuffed into a book return slot at Spencer Public Library in the middle of one of the toughest, coldest winters that they have had (Myron). Dewey fell in love with everyone and anyone who came through the doors of the library. Dewey wanted to be loved and he also wanted to love others. This book was sad at times, but Dewey had a great life and was loved. This was a great story about second chances and giving and receiving love. Dewey was amazing and deserves five stars. It was tough to read only two parts because they were sad and you could visualize what was happening to Dewey and how scared he must have been. There were no complaints about Dewey, and will be highly recommended to anyone willing to read it. People should definitely read this book if they are cat lovers, enjoy stories about love or second chances, or just want an uplifting story for the soul. This book was powerful and made me happy because of his fun characteristics, playfulness, and how he loved everyone even though he went through hardships and almost death at the beginning of his life. The book contained ethos and pathos literary elements. Ethos, narrator is mentioned throughout the book, in many ways. Vicki Myron was the narrator and writer of Dewey and describes Dewey many times through the first person. Pathos, which is emotion that interests the audience, is included because of Dewey's sweet attitude and loving personality. "He wanted to personally thank every person he ever met for saving his life" (13). Dewey was a 'one of a kind' cat. He had a second chance and all he wanted to do was thank everyone and loved everyone he met; as if he wanted to thank everyone for his life. This was an overall sweet, loving, heart touching, moving book.
I first picked up this book because I love cats & was immedaitely drawn to the cover. I ended up buying the book after reading the back cover & I was hooked. This story made me laugh and cry. It is truly an inspiration. The way that animals can help us in our everyday lives is expressed remarkably throught this book. I LOVED IT!
A great afternoon read, especially if you love animals. If you have a pet, you can relate how each pet has its own little personality. Dewey definitely has personality! How he intertwined his life with the author's life is heartwarming. She gets across much of the ups and downs life hands each of us. Pets, even Dewey, can't fix everything, of course, but they sure can put a sparkle in when needed. A great job being library ambassador...(that he actually takes seriously) and bringing people together in the process.
If you love cats you will love this book and if you don't love cats you will by the time you have finished this book. It's about an 8 week old kitten that was put the book deposit box at the towns libery in Spencer, Iowa, America. When the next morning the director of the libery found him and decided to keep him. The little orange tabby had frost bitten paws and was freezing cold, but after a warm bath and a visit to the vets, he was fine. This book tells of Vicki's illness's and it gives you an idea of how the town lives and how every one pulls together when times get tough. It tells of Deweys' antics, how he was a loving out going cat that loved every one and every one loved him, he became world famous due to news papers, magazines and documentories. Vicky and her fellow liberians decided to do a competition to find a name for Dewey, but the majority ruled to keep Dewey as his name, so Vicky gave him middle and last name of Readmore Books. So Dewey became Dewey Readmore Books. Every page, for me, was great, every chapter, I could not put this book down and the times I had to put the book down I couldn't wait to pick it back up again. I have never read a book that has made me feel this much emotion, and for the last two chapters, I could hardly read for crying. You get a real sense that you get to know Dewey and you get to love him. I have already recommended this book to every one I know and I have recommended it on facebook aswell.