The Cat was watching their newest patron from one of the higher shelves. Curled up so that he looked like a black ball of fur, the tip of his tail lashed slightly as he considered how to best to approach the teenager.

Ears lowering at the volume of Jones' voice, the Cat sighed. Shouting in the Library wasn't a problem except the Cat's ears were sensitive. Really, some people had no sense of manners.

Sighing, he stood, stretching his front legs in front of him and arching his back before hopping down. He sauntered over to the desk and jumped on top of it so he was closer to Jones' height. "You will be excused if you use a tone of voice that is better suited for those who have a unique hearing range."