A/N: So I had every intention of this being a one-shot, but forgot to mark it complete, so I had people asking for more. I told them this was complete, but there would be a follow-up where Selkie goes to Danny's (there will be, from Selkie and Bullet's POV, plus ones on Kono and Lou getting their kittens). Then, a guest wanted a story of Danny and Steve shopping for Selkie, so I opened this up again. There will be one more chapter on getting her kitted out. :)

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Having decided to keep Selkie, Danny wasted no time. He was determined to take her home that day, so after they were done with the vet, Steve dropped the three remaining kittens at home, and Danny, Steve, and Selkie drove to PetSmart. When they got there, Danny insisted on taking Selkie inside.

"But why?" Steve asked.

"We need her input," Danny said.

"She's a cat!"

"You brought Ninja when we got things for him," Danny pointed out.

"That's because I'd just adopted him!"

"Well, I just adopted Selkie."

Steve thought about pointing out that Ninja was along because Steve had just adopted him at PetSmart, but decided it was a losing battle. There was no arguing with Danny when he got something in his head. So, the three of them headed into PetSmart.

Danny promptly comandeered a cart and put Selkie in it. "First we have to get her a carrier," he said.

"I already got her a carrier," Steve protested.

"You got her a tiny, horrible, yucky, boring plastic carrier. She needs something snazzy. You wouldn't put Ninja in one of these, would you?"

Steve declined to say that yes, he would. He'd only gotten the soft-sided, night sky-patterned carrier at Danny's insistence. Steve didn't see why one of the plastic carriers wasn't perfectly adequate. But he held his tongue.

Danny perused the carriers, holding Selkie up so she could see. "What do you think, sweetheart? See any you like?" Selkie meowed. "Yeah, you're right; they're awfully garish. No way I'm getting you any sort of Hawaiian print." He perused the selection, finally spotting one in a wavy pattern in sea colors. "Here you go. What do you think of this?" Selkie meowed again. "I agree. It's perfect." Danny put the carrier on the ground and opened it. He opened the carrier Selkie was in and carefully lifted her out, putting her in the new carrier. He shoved the old carrier at Steve. "Here."

"What am I supposed to do with this?" Steve demanded.'

"I don't know. Get rid of it."

"Where?" Steve asked.

Danny thought a moment. "Why don't we take it to the adoption area? I bet the rescue groups could use an extra carrier."

Steve thought that was an excellent idea, so they headed over there. They intended to just leave the carrier with a note, but they were lucky enough to find a volunteer feeding the cats. She ooohed and ahhhhed over Selkie and gratefully took the carrier. That accomplished, Steve, Danny, and Selkie resumed shopping.

Beds were next. "What do you think?" Danny asked.

"Are you asking me or the cat?" Steve asked snarkily.

"You. What kind of bed does Ninja like?"

"Bullet's," Steve said honestly.

"She has to have a bed of her own," Danny insisted. "Now, help me. Do you like the round bed, or the domed one."

"The round. If Ninja wants to hide, he goes into the hidey-hole of his perch."

"Great. Now, what color?"

Steve threw his hands in the air. "How should I know?"

"You've been through this."

"Yeah, and if I recall, you grabbed the first bed that came to hand and told me to get it."

Danny just glared at him. Steve sighed and pointed to a seafoam colored bed. "How about that one? It matches her carrier."

"Perfect." Danny loaded it in the cart. Steve wouldn't have been surprised if Danny had lifted Selkie out of her carrier to try it out, but he didn't. They moved on to the next item on their list: cat perches.

Danny studied the perches with the same intensity he'd studied beds and carriers. This time Steve anticipated the question, and he actually had an answer. He pointed. "That one."

"That one?" Danny parroted. "That's the one Ninja has."

"Yes, and he loves it."

Danny had to admit Ninja did, indeed love his perch. It had two platforms and a hidey-hole in the bottom, so he could either survey the world from above, or lie in wait for unsuspecting victims, or curl up in a safe spot. "Okay, that one." He moved off.

"Wait," Steve called after him. "Aren't you going to put it in the cart?"

"There's no room," Danny replied.

"So how are you going to get it to the checkout stand?"

"You're going to carry it," Danny said, as if it were obvious.

"I can't lug a six foot cat tree around PetSmart!"

Danny conceded the point. "Maybe they'll hold it at checkout. Why don't you go see about that while I get food? We can meet in toys."

"What, you don't want my opinion on food?"

"Nah, I already know the one you feed Ninja is a good one."

They moved off in their separate directions. Steve dropped off the perch and found Danny in the toy section. He'd already loaded a spinner you could put balls in for the cat to bat them and several pole toys—one that was a long, tinsel ribbon, one with feathers, and one with a bobble. He was contemplating balls when Steve found him.

"Jingle or not? Solid or mesh?"

"I don't know. Get whatever you want."

"What does Ninja like?"

"He doesn't like balls. He likes catnip mice."

"I'll get those, too." Danny threw a solid, non-jingle ball and a mesh, jingle ball in the cart and moved on to mice. He studied the array of fur and knit mice, with and without catnip, in various sizes. Steve waited for the inevitable question, but Danny just threw several different mice in assorted kinds and sizes into the cart.

"Why don't you just get one of each?" Steve asked sarcastically, then immediately wished he hadn't.

"Nah, these will do. I can always get more if she doesn't like them."

Steve almost suggested Danny toss them into the aisle and let her choose, but he stopped himself just in time. Danny would probably take him seriously. Instead he asked, "Are we done yet?"

Danny studied the basket. "Yeah, I think we're done."

Steve sighed in relief. "Great. Let's go home."

Danny grinned. "Home. I like the sound of that."

Selkie meowed in agreement.