NARRATOR'S POINT OF VIEW

"Mom, dad, come on!" young Jacob Brent exclaimed as he got into his parent's car.

"We're coming, we're coming!" Jacob had always wanted a cat, and his parents were finally allowing him to get one. Jacob knew what he wanted. He wanted either a young black tom with a white bib, face, hind legs, and right front leg with a black spot on his back right leg and brown eyes or a pure white queen kitten with fine tan lines running down her sides and blue eyes.. The tom would be named Bryce and the queen would be left with her current name.

"Come on, come on, come on!" Jacob said as he ran into the London animal shelter. His parents were right behind him, but he didn't care. He went running to the cat section as his average length, dark brown hair lashed his chocolate brown eyes and made them tear up. He immediately froze when he saw his cat, not caring that his eyes were bright red. "Mom, dad, I found him. Look." When his parents walked over they were amazed. They had never thought he would find the cat he wanted, so specific. He did though. The three of them admired the adorable young tom. "He's exactly what I wanted." Jacob claimed with a grin. At that very moment, another cat walked out of the little house the shelter had built for them. It was a pure white queen. "Oh, please? Can I please get both? Please?" Jacob asked excitedly.

"Well, what do you think?" his mother asked.

"Well… he has been behaving very well lately… and helping out around the house…" his father replied. "Okay, go ahead Jacob. Go ask that nice man over there to help you get these cats out and we will bring them both home."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Jacob practically ran over to the store clerk, he was so excited.

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Yes? What can I help you with young man?" the clerk responded.

"Can I have those two cats over there?"

"Yes, absolutely. They're siblings, ya know that? Yep, got 'em a few weeks ago. White one's still a kit and sweet as a strawberry. The tom's a little older though. He's not an adult either though and he's a bit of a mischief cat."

"That's okay. It'll keep me busy."

"All righty then, let's go get them out of that cage."

They walked back to the cage and the employee took them out and put them both in a large cardboard box.

"I'll put them in the same box, so they don't get too lonely or scared on the drive home." The clerical worker explained.

"Thank you so much. Is there any extra information we should know?" Jacob's mother asked.

"Nope, not that I can think of. They're both up-to-date on their shots and both are fixed. Oh, yeah. Sometimes they scratch at the cage like they're trying to get out. They are outdoor cats, though, so that might be why. The tom acts kinda weird sometimes, and then Victoria'll walk over and nuzzle him like she's calming him down. But that's pretty much it."

"Victoria?" I wondered aloud.

"Yep, that's the name on her collar."

"Okay, thank you again. Goodbye."

When they finally reached home, Jacob ran inside and very gently put the box down. He let the small tuxedo and British short hair out of the box to sniff around the house and get used to their new home.