“Do you have any specific wants or needs for your pet, Miss Lalonde?” You ask, trying to narrow down on a small group rather than the whole shelter. “Just Rose is fine.” She replies before continuing. “I have a big house, and I live alone, so I’d consider an older cat. It would honestly be more convenient, because I don’t have the availability to train a kitten. I work from home, though, so I'm able to get my pet’s needs met.” “That’s perfect! Let me show you to our elders.” You grin, directing her to the cages where the older cats reside.

As you approach, one of the cats, a black American shorthair, seems to perk up curiously, and comes up to the bars to sniff around. “Oh, I think Frigglish likes you.” You chuckle. “Frigglish?” Rose asks, the corners of her mouth lifting up. “Yeah, I think his owners named him after a character from that famous book series, the one about wizards.” You reply, opening the cage to pick him up in your arms. “Yes, I know. I wrote it.” She replies, holding back an amused smile. You gasp, making Frigglish turn to look at you in confusion. “Oh, shit! Then this is a sign from the universe! Let’s give you two some time to get to know each other.”

You direct her to a private room, with a big couch and cat’s toys, and gently deposit Frigglish on the ground. He looks around before hopping on the couch and approaching Rose, who lets him sniff a perfectly manicured hand before scratching behind his ears.