What grabs his attention is when his own furry companion meows softly as he's picking out a book and then proceeds to hop off his shoulder and onto a table. If it was just that he'd be fine, but then the little pile of fur goes running off to another side of the library.

A heavy sigh. "Nikita," he whispers sharply, but the kitten continues on. Setting the book down - not what he wanted anyways - Sam quickly follows after. He's half expecting Nikita to be 'assaulting' some poor soul who has a sandwich or something, but instead he comes to find her wrestling with another cat.

Seeing that there was someone next to the chair, Sam gives a sheepish grin and rubs the back of his neck. "Sorry. That one yours?"