Hugh trailed behind his father quite sheepishly. He wasn't really all too interested in getting a pet, but his father insisted he get one. Most likely because these animals were the only thing the old man could relate too, instead of all the "hocus pocus" stuff being sold in the other shops. Mr. Lowe would still give his son the occasional furrowed brow as he noticed owls and toads, not to mention rats, being sold and given along with kids to care for back at school. Hugh's father was a tall man, his head would come closer to the ceiling than most. His long thick leather coat making him more imposing than he'd already be by his sheer height and broad shoulders. As the older man would find a safe spot between two hanging cages dangling next to his head, he'd look for his son. "Alright now cub. You go and find one you like. Just... nothing too strange, right?" He gave his son a desperate look. His head most likely trying to find a million different excuses on why his son would hang around with rats or toads back at home. Or why a crazy eyed owl would take nest on their chimney. Not to forget their neighbour's fishpond would not last one week after they get the new pet inside.

Hugh on the other hand was somewhere between excited and anxious. He never really asked for a pet. But he suspected his father was worried he'd be all alone out there in his new school. To be fair, the boy did not know for sure either. His mother had told him little of what was yet to come before she decided to step out of his life. With a somewhat dull gaze he walked around the shop. Letting several excited children pass him by as he waited patiently for his turn to look at all the different animals. He gave an elderly lady a friendly smile as she offered him some sweets, which he politely declined. Who he suspected to be her husband, was explaining to several children how to care for their newly acquired owls. One of the birds gave him a funny look. Causing Hugh to quickly avert his gaze somewhere else.

Just like that, his eyes would fall on a small ginger cat. The feline creature carefully examining the new visitor with its green eyes. "Hello there." Hugh spoke softly as he got down on his knees and reached out with his hand. The cat met his touch with its snout and gently replied: "Meow?" With a silly chuckle, he picked up the ginger pet and inspected it carefully.

"You think we'll be friends?"
"Meow?"
"That's what I thought." Hugh replied with a confirming nod and smile.

"Listen, if I am taking you with me. I will need you to be brave. We'll both be knights on a quest! Uncharted territory. Does that sound good?" Without waiting for a reply, he would turn to the elderly lady and nod over to his father. His old man clearly satisfied that it was "just a cat".

Word Count:
- 519
What animal do you wish to purchase?
- Red Mackerel Tabby
What do you want to name it?
- Sir Veylance
Is this a boy or a girl?
- A boy
What is your pet's date of birth?
30th of March, 2018