A Tuesday in Winter, Early Afternoon
Loco was still displeased with him. Two days had passed since they both went through the 'terrifying ordeal' that was the ferry ride to Saffron Island, and Loco was still
hissing at him. Daniel still had no idea how to please the cat; all of the things he had bought for the cat prior to getting Loco himself were with him now. The little no-good cat had instead taken a preference to clawing up his blankets!
Something had to change.
The next time that it had happened, he tossed it off the bed, which achieved nothing: the cat was more vicious the next time. Daniel would have to patch his blankets up again
and after that event he decided that he would have to appease the cat by seeing what he could purchase in the closest shopping district.
Having made that decision, Daniel pulled on his wooly winter sweater (which was a faded gray and nearly pulling apart at the seams but oh so warm
) and sneakers (that were still soggy from his first day on the island) and began his trek to the Hyssop district. The cat would have to deal with whatever he found there because he was not
walking anywhere else.
He was in the district not five minutes later, which was surprisingly less time that he had envisioned. I guess there's benefits to living in a town,
he thought as he walked the streets, searching for appropriate cat-gifts. His gaze lingered a little bit too long on the various food displays, but eventually he remembered who he was shopping for and crunched on through the ankle-deep snow.
There still wasn't much he could find cat-appropriate as he wandered the streets. The general store could have had cheap string that he could drag across the house like a cheap personal slave. Heck, it wasn't as if he wasn't already considered to be one according to Loco. Perfumes and flowers were not allowed in his house for multiple reasons, and instruments could not be played by cats or Daniels.
He reached the end of the road he was walking through and as he was turning a corner, a muffled bird's cry floated into his ears. He was about to brush it off until there were more bird noises, and then he was just curious. He walked towards the source of the cries.
There was a pet shop! It was immediately one of his favourite shops here on this new island, and though he said he wouldn't, Daniel could already see his gold-laden pockets emptying every time he walked past the building.
Daniel made a beeline for the door and stomped his sneakers free of any snow. The bell on the door tinkled as he opened it, and stepping inside he was almost overwhelmed by the smell of animals in the shop. It was wonderful.
As he was accustomed to in the city, he went straight to looking at the merchandise, eyeing all of the carriers and leashes. Loco would not like those, so he walked around, trying to find pet snacks that would distract the cat enough for him to patch up his blankets.
It took ten minutes before he finally gave up the search. He found a bunch of bird items, but seeing as cats and birds didn't get along he doubted cats and bird treats would. The cat treats were probably right under his nose, and he looped the entire store again. Am I blind?!
Daniel thought, a scowl forming on his face as he ended up in front of the bird food again. He ran a hand through his hair in agitation. Where are the cat treats?