Oh! My feline eyes covet that prize! Your interest in codicology has netted you information about my Egyptian relatives? Bring that here. My unfiled claws will thumb through the pages with care. I promise.
What? You must be mistaken. Those other manuscripts were shredded, but it was not me. I saw a raccoon break in through the kitty door. He relayed some point about recycling, washed your socks in my water bowl, and left. Cats are like both elephants and Pinocchio: we never succumb to obliviscence and we never fabricate truths.
Meow, you listen to me. I am tired of your circuitous intentions. If you show me an item, it is mine; you are not allowed to hide it from me after presentation. Also, if I see an item, even if not shown to me, it is mine, as well, because that is the purpose of kitty sight: identifying items for the procurement of either jaw or paw.
I see. Well, I am sorry to hear that my attitude is scratching your sensitivities, but did you know that my species has different proprieties than yours, huh? I will have you know that the neighbourhood prides consider me the most decorous of whisker-kind, which you should know–I believe those documents you are withholding show a direct link between my noble existence and my sacred kin of a pointed ear-a from long ago. ; )