22. Kneazle

Fletcher poked the glass surrounding the sleeping kitty with his index finger, then gave it a sharper poke when the cat still didn’t move. “What’s so special about it? The big ears? Sleeping ALL the time?” He looked over at the pet store owner. “My daughter’s going to want it to DO something, you know, like chase yarn balls.”

“Sir,” the shopkeeper cleared his throat politely, “all cats sleep… a lot. Much of the daylight hours are spent in rest, as kneazles and cats in general tend to have nocturnal tendencies.”

“Whatever that means,” Fletcher snorted. “But I’ll take it.”