Jazz was back at Spike's vet office. The bell rang out alerting him to her presence. She put her bag down and went into the back to find him.
After walking down the hallway and rounding the corner, Jazz found him in front of one of the kennels.
"Hey, Spike." She said. "Are you ready for lunch?"
Spike turned around to face her, but Jazz didn't hear his reply. She was looking at the animal in the cage. It was a small, tortoiseshell cat. Jazz walked up to the cage looking at it.
Then suddenly the cage was opening back up and Jazz turned to see Spike looking at her, smiling.
"He's a new guy. Somebody found him down an alleyway so they brought him here. He's up for adoption."
Jazz's expression of awe turned in one of excitement with the biggest smile on her face.
"Can I, Spike? Can I adopt him?"
He chuckled. "I'm not stopping you."
Jazz squealed and picked the cat out of his cage. He was purring loudly at the attention Jazz was giving him.
"Okay Jazz. For now we'll leave him here. Because I assume you have approximately zero cat supplies, right?"
Jazz nodded sheepishly and placed the cat back inside. He looked at her with doe eyes and mrowed. Jazz waved goodbye as her and Spike left. She grabbed her bag and they exited the building, Spike locking the door behind them.
"Okay!" Spike called, pointing down the street. "To the mall!"
When they got there they went straight to a pet store that Jazz didn't even know existed. They browsed through all different kinds of cat foods, Spike telling her which ones were healthier and why. They looked at cute food bowls and floor mats. They even got matching bowtie collars for Jazz's cat and Princess.
They quick grabbed some subs before heading back to the vet office. Once inside they filled out all the paperwork and Jazz's cat and Princess were hanging out with them in the lobby.
"So." Spike said, placing a stray piece of lettuce in his mouth. "What are you gonna name him?"
Jazz looked at the cat who in turned rubbed his head against her face, rumbling.
"I think he seems like an Arthur."
Spike raised an eyebrow. "King Arthur? Are you trying to one up Princess over here?"
Jazz chuckled. "No, I just think it fits, Sir Spikelot."
Spike took a bite of his sandwich. "I bet you're right."
They sat there for awhile until they finished their food. Then they hugged and said goodbye.
This time when Jazz left, both the bell at the top of the door and the one on Arthur's collar rang.