Glenn had been about to go buy Amata, her kitten when she tracked back and went to look at the accessories.

She couldn't just leave her kitten to starve. She moved Amata from her arms to a large pocket on the front of her jersey and picked up a litter box and some dried cat food. On an after thought she picked up a small bottle of coconut scented shampoo, she might as well try to get Amata to bathe. Who knew what these animals were capable of?

She didn't buy a cage or collar. Amata would be fine without them. Besides, she couldn't afford them anyway.

Glenn walked over to the counter, now slightly laden down with shopping. Amata still purring contently in her pocket.