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Who: Clarence Blakely and OPEN

What: Clarence desires a cat... badly. Will he get one? Probably not, but a boy can dream...

When: March 16th thru the 21st (Spring Break baby)

Where: Various pet shops around the Queens area

Rating/Warnings: Teenage angst, possible mentions of Clarence's family situation

He had spent all day Sunday doing research, where within the limits of Queens he could find responsible facilities that sourced their cats from fosters. He didn't really want to go through a breeder. A cat wasn't some creature that should be bred to be sold; they were loving companions and thousands of them were born without homes daily. Those were cats that needed homes and he really, really, really wanted to give one a home.

Clarence lingered for several minutes outside the shop, looking through the windows at the rabbits displayed there as he tried to pep himself up.

The problem was he hadn't mentioned anything about it to Philemon or Kris yet. Sure, they seemed pretty chill and had even still given him the same fifty bucks to spend this week as they normally did, despite not having to go to school and buy lunch. But he couldn't just show up with a kitten. Even if he tried to hide it, cats liked to cry when they got lonely. Whatever kind of cat he picked up would eventually make some noises in his room when he wasn't there, and then it would be all over. Still...

Stepping inside the door of a known pet shop that worked with fosters, he moved along after reassuring the clerk he didn't need help. Finding the area of cats was easy. Six large kennels were set off to one side. Two contained batches of kittens, so tiny still but big enough to be adopted out. Each of the other four had an older cat in them, much more docile than the smaller groups but still in need of homes just the same.

"... they're so cute," Clarence found himself mumbling, charmed by all the sweet faces staring back at him. Heavens, but this was the hard part. Even if he decided to take one home, could he really choose just one over all the others? And as much as he liked the idea of getting a kitten, older cats were less likely to be adopted, so he would be helping out further if he got one of the bigger ones, right?

One of the adults, an orange tabby with green eyes, stared up at him sleepily. It was a male and looked quite different from the one in his dreams, but Clarence was still very tempted to ask the clerk if he could hold him.

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"Every one who has come in here has given that one a look."

He had almost been invisible standing off the the side of the cages but he spoke as if he had been there for some while, so he had seen the other fellow enter and look around at the cats.

"Grace claims its the eyes that draw you in. I think its because his cage is in the middle... he's been asleep there most of the time. I doubt many have even seen his eyes."

Bobbing his head towards an observation window he indicated one of the side rooms the door of which was labeled with a placard, 'Adoption Room'. They had a few of these along one wall where potential pet owners and their chosen animals could meet and check for compatibility. All of these rooms had one large window so you could see what was going on inside. Two of them were empty but the third contained a laughing blonde woman in a bright blue sweater and a staff member who was trying very carefully to pry one very determined kitten off the other woman's shoulder while another far quicker kitten had already climbed its way to the top and sat proudly perched on her blonde head like a hat. She turned to the window and gestured with what had to have been the warmest smile in the cosmos, but Anthony waved away her request for his help with a smile of his own.

"I would go help her but anytime that door is opened those kitten try to make a run for it. It's probably better to wait until they are finally recaptured."

Anthony smirked as he finally looked away from the window and towards the person he had been speaking to this whole time.

"Grace is thinking about adopting one... Might have to be several the way it's going in there. Is that why you are here or do you just like to visit?"

The boy was familiar. Yotsuyu had come in to buy more fish food and charcoal filters for her fish tank, kept in her home office and home to a pair of separated betta. They were her pampered prizes, and watching them was rather soothing. Though she often thought about getting another pet, it hadn't come to be, yet. Elliott was busy and so was she, and it was rather unfair leaving even a cat to its own devices. They liked it on their own terms, but cats still wanted love and companionship...

Perhaps he was one of Elliott's friends. It might be rude to call attention to that fact, though.

"He is rather handsome, isn't he?" She had her purchases in hand, but Yotsuyu hadn't bothered to go to the front yet. She had to make pssp-pssp-pssp noises at the kittens and flutter the fingers of one hand for them to go wide-eyed at and perhaps even chase.

"He looks like a little tiger, if you ask me. Lazy for now, but if something draws his attention, well! I imagine he'd spring into action, don't you think?"

19th

19th, seems like a good date.