"Cats tend to do that. They have bursts of energy, then spend the rest of the time laying in a warm spot, or across the book you are reading, looking majestic," Glorfindel said. He wasn't sure if that was a good description of this particular cat, but the ones back in Imladris did love the library. "It was kind of you to rescue him and bring him inside where he is less likely to get stepped on."

He reached out and gently scritched Maru right between the ears for a moment, before gently stroking the fur. "Very soft. You are a fine cat, sir." He watched for the sign that the cat might want his ears scritched, as well.

[His hand is warm, by the way]