"Yes, I've acquired some pests in the basement that I'm having a hard time getting rid of. And I'd really love a nice, cuddly pet to snuggle when I'm on the couch. It seems like the perfect solution." Jillian replied, smiling at the wall of glass fronted cages beside the salesman.
"Well, if you want a good mouser, Jet here is perfect. He's a little older, but full of love." He said, opening up the container. Jet the cat yawned deeply, and slowly uncurled as he heard the door open.
"Oh, no, I don't have mice." Jillian interrupted. "But he does look like such a sweetie!"
"Oh, my apologies. Rats?"
"No."
"Uhh... insects?"
"Oh goodness no, thank god!" Jillian laughed and waved her hand. "No, no, nothing like that. I have a terrible infestation of the ancient dead, long since cursed by the waking death. Turned back from the door of the afterlife, and forced to wander the living world a phantasm until the Gods themselves sunder their spirit."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Well... then you probably want Puddin' here... she's only just a kitten but her eyes are copper, so her gaze should pierce those pesky spirits like a spear. Plus she's just so snuggly!" He said, pulling a tiny orange kitten out of a different compartment and handing it to Jillian. It purred deeply, only opening its copper eyes to survey its new owner for an instant.
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