"Good. If the Head Librarian brought you here, then he believes that you would help for altruistic reasons." Stretching languidly, the Cat padded over to one of the books on the shelf, pawing it idly. "But knowledge can corrupt so I must warn those who might be tempted."

Letting out a thoughtful noise that did sound like a meow, the Cat considered that question. "That is another existential question and not in my realm of knowledge. Some things are neither Fiction nor Non-Fiction or belong to both." Which really wasn't meant to confuse; some subjects simply were not meant to be understood. "Even if I did have an answer, it might unbalance things if I told you. The last I saw of her, Fiction looked human. That might have changed. The rules of stories are different than the ones I follow."