When I got the book, Dewey, I promptly put it on the floor to introduce Henry to his twin. The photo on the cover of Dewey is the cat himself when he was just under a year old (according to the story, and you can tell because his face isn’t quite fully formed).
Please excuse Henry’s movement in the first photo, but he just didn’t want anything to do with standing still that day. As you can see he started using the corner of the book as his own personal scratcher. I’m sure you can imagine what happened next: the book fell over, made a loud noise, and Henry ran away. hahah