It was the kind of cold that made it almost painful to breathe. It was as cold in the box as it was outside, maybe colder, since the box was lined with metal. And on that night, of all nights, someone had jammed a book into return slot, wedging it open. 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.
What I got instead was a blast of freezing air. But what kind? I got down on my knees, reached over the lid, and hoped for a chipmunk. It sounded like an old man clearing his throat.īut the opening at the top of the chute was only a few inches wide, so that would be quite a squeeze for an old man. That was when I heard it, a low rumble from under the metal cover. "I think there's an animal in the drop box." "I heard a noise from the drop box," Jean said. Dewey won hearts and proved to everyone he encountered that unconditional love comes in many forms.“Until one morning, one of the coldest mornings of the year, when I came in with the book cart and found Jean Hollis Clark, a fellow librarian, standing dead still in the middle of the staff room. Through it all, Dewey remained a loyal companion, a beacon of hope not just for Vicki, but for the entire town of Spencer as it slowly, steadily pulled itself up from the worst financial crisis in its long history. But her biggest challenge as the new head librarian in Spencer was to raise the spirits of a small, out-of-the-way town mired deep in the farm crisis of the 1980s.ĭewey, as the townspeople named the kitten, quickly grew into a strutting, adorable library cat whose antics kept patrons in stitches, and whose sixth sense about those in need created hundreds of deep and loving friendships.Īs his fame grew, people drove hundreds of miles to meet Dewey, and people all over the world fell in love with him. Vicki was a single mother who had survived the loss of her family farm and an alcoholic, abusive husband. On the coldest morning of the year, Vicki Myron found a tiny, bedraggled kitten almost frozen to death in the night drop box of the library where she worked, and her life - and the town of Spencer, Iowa - would never be the same.
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