At that age, Alice had grasped the idea that some things in books were real, and others were not. - Django Wexler

He saved me, I saved him," Alice said. "The usual, really. What else are friends for?"
"If you ask me," the cat said, "friends ought to keep you out of situations where you need saving.

You're a cat," she said automatically.
"Your powers of perception are astounding," the cat drawled. "Although I feel obliged to point out, in the interests of ontological exactitude, that I am in fact only half cat. Personally, though, I have always considered it the better half.

In desperation, she slid her fingers in the cracks between blocks, looking for some kind of catch or hidden mechanism. Which was ridiculous, she thought, because how complicated could a secret door be if a cat figured it out?