"Knowledge must be preserved somewhere. In its simplest terms, the Library is that place." Tail twitching slightly, the Cat gave Owen a stern look. "There is no cheating. Knowledge must be gained through its correct course." He would not be amused if some of the patrons decided speed discoveries by trying to delve into the Library's secrets. "Perhaps it is easier to think of this place as what holds the inspiration for all being's endeavors."

Yes, the Cat knew he was a strange concept. One that he didn't always understand even with the information available to him. "Truthfully, I do not know. I was a young creation then. The Head Librarian might know why I have this form." A purr rumbled through his voice as he spoke of the Head Librarian. One of the few beings who had never looked down upon the Cat. " He was here before me. He was here before us all, I believe. But fiction - she is indisposed and the two of us do not always coexist well. Fact and fancy often conflict."