Nothing really makes sense, does it? You, right now, are a (I presume) furry, a human being with a love for anthropomorphic fictional animals, possibly looking for innocent art, though more likely for porn. Looking for furry porn on a computer, which is little more than a very complicated box full of various kinds of rocks and fueled by lightning (which is most often produced by a variety of OTHER rocks), having an assortment of photons blasted into your eyes that somehow trick your brain (a mushy pile of electrified pudding) into understanding words and images. Then, it's possible you see this art and recognize references to a book, which never showed these images and merely described them, however that pile of soggy fat called a brain formed a visual idea of these descriptions, which you now call back on, a memory of an imaginary concept derived from ink on some slices of dead trees.

Kind of strange, isn't it?

Wonderful art done by  FortunataFox