Morgan stood in the center of the library, looking around. There were so many books, it was almost overwhelming. Misty had followed her up the stairs and now stood at her ankles, doing her little dance of weaving between her legs, rubbing against her, and tickling Morgan"s calves with her tail. Bending down, Morgan picked up the feline and walked over to the window seat.
"So, where do I start?"
Misty gave a soft meow, as if in answer, and then butted her head gently against Morgan"s chin. Morgan chuckled and then looked down on the bench and saw the brochure she had picked up from the museum. As she absentmindedly ran one hand down Misty"s smooth fur, she used the other to flip open the catalog. She glanced at the contents and then looked back up at the rows of books.
"Well, Misty, this
