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 Sun shining, James made his way along the cobbled path of Diagon Alley; the quiet street a vast contrast to the hustle and bustle of Charing Cross Road just on the other side of the Leaky Cauldron. A kitten tucked under his arm and his free hand clutching a carrying case full of various cat treats and toys, he thought he had everything. James had only popped into the Magical Menagerie to get some treats for his motherâs owl when the tabby kitten had caught his attention, and he had tried to walk past, he honestly had, but he was only human and in the end had decided she would be the perfect little addition to the flat he was moving into with his mates. Sirius was going to go barmy, he was sure of that. But his best friend was a big softy really and James was sureâor at least he hopedâhe would warm to her. âCanât disapparate with you, can we? The last thing we need is to bring an irate cat into the house if mumâs Owl is still loose, the poor bird will be done for,â he was saying to the kitten, and as he looked up he realised somebody had been addressing him. âSorry I was miles away - did you say something?â
Jake had popped into the Menagerie to get some cat litter for Simon, his siamese cat and only had to wait a moment while the customer in front of him gathered together everything he had bought. Jake couldnât help a smile at the sight of someone getting a new pet. He stepped up to the counter and put down the cat litter for the assistant to process. âIâll take some catnip as well,â he said on a whim and the assistant nodded and turned to take it from the shelf. âAnd this?â she asked pointing to a box of owl treats on the counter. Jake shook his head slowly. âNot mine. I donât have an owl.â They seemed to realise what had happened at the same time, and as she rang him up and sorted out his change she told him that the customer before him had only gone in for the owl treats and ended up leaving with a cat. âIâll see if I can catch him,â Jake said, making sure he had his own purchases before he left with the owl treats in his free hand. It had been a pretty quick transaction and hopefully the man wouldnât be going anywhere very quickly with a kitten.
âExcuse me!â he called, walking at pace to catch up. âExcuse me,â he repeated. Finally, he got his attention. âI think this is yours?â He held up the owl treats.
















