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When Emily shopped, it was always with great purpose and determination, This was pretty much true with anything Emily did, but shopping was something special to her. It was like having a miniature adventure, full of untold treasures and mysteries. This particular trip to the store was even more of an adventure, though. It was her first time shopping for a pet. And it was her pet at that. Her cat-thing pet. Of course Mr. Monty didn't exactly see himself as her "pet" but Emily was willing to overlook his sulking and acting-out for now. Because he gave her a perfect excuse to buy....well...whatever it was she need to buy for a cat-thing.

With a large cart and unlimited gold card firmly in hand, Emily fearlessly strode down the aisles, ready for whatever bright and shiny piece of pet-wonder that should catch her attention and prove to be something that she (and Mr. Monty) could not live without. But first, she felt, it would probably be best to buy him some food. "Hopefully they have something organic that won't cause him to rot slowly from the inside out," she murmured cheerfully to herself.

Shelves piled high with giant bags and gleaming towers of cat food loomed above Emily. Bright labels, showing happy cats and proclaiming things like "Softer Fur!" "Cat's Love it BEST!" and "LOSE THE WEIGHT AND KEEP IT OFF!" - stared down at her. She stared back with growing alarm.

She had underestimated this store, and now she was forced to make a decision that may possible make Mr. Monty hate her. Or make him gain weight, until he was nothing more than a tubcat oddity whose brightest future lay in bad youtube memes and Oprah. He could get diabetes.

Maybe she should get them all. She should just get them all. She was going to get them all. Whipping her head around, she spotted another girl nearby, and stated, all wide-eyed panic, "I'm going to get them all. That's the only way to save him, right?"

Emily stifled a sigh of relief as the girl started talking. She sounded knowledgeable. "Yes, my very first pet," Emily answered, a touch of pride in her voice before she paused to consider. "Well," she continued honestly, "...there was the shark. But that's in the past, and this is my very first cat. Thing." She was fairly certain now that he was definitely not a robot.

She eyed the can happily until she noticed the pig, "This won't make him fat, will it? He won't get diabetes, will he?"

Finally relaxing, Emily greatfully took down half a dozen cans of the pig-cat-food cans and placed them in her cart. How fortunate she had found someone competent to assist her in this hazardous expedition. Starting to feel a little more confident, she added a couple fish-cat-food cans of the same brand as well. She would do this, and do it well.

"His name is Mr. Monty, well...Montecristo. But that's a bit too..." Her voice drifted off as she considered all the wonderul kitty excersize equipment she was going to buy him. Did they make tiny treadmills....or what about one of those vibrating belts?! Remembering her manners, she turned back to the other girl and held out her hand, "My name is Emily Moffat, would you be willing to assist me in this endeavor?" She asked with the undertone of: Your mission, should you choose to accept it...

The question made Emily pause. They had only just met really, and their relationship was still a bit...unpredictable. "He's violent..." she began, showing a hesitancy that was rare,"...and he's bossy." Neither of which she really minded, to be honest. She actually found it more endearing than anything. She began to smile as she continued, "His personal hygiene is extremely questionable, and he seems to like my bed." He also had a vindictive streak, but Emily decided to keep that to herself.

There were cat toys based on personality? Time and again, Emily found herself amazed at the extent of human ingenuity. Impressed, she added, "Cat toys must be very advanced."

Wind-up mice. That sounded promising. Even though Mr. Monty had turned out to not be a robot cat, she was sure that he would enjoy owning a robot mouse. Almost like a pet for her pet. However, the word "pricey" jolted her out of her musings and she turned to where the other girl was pointing. Staring, Emily murmered, "It's like a cat fortress."

Extremely pleased, she waved over a salesperson, "The biggest, most advanced one like that. I'll have someone come to pick it up shortly," she pointed at the large post. If Mr. Monty really liked it, and she was sure he would, then she'd get a second, smaller one for their dorm room.

The bath thing made her want to sigh. She just hoped the bathing situation would go smoothly from now on. "I think I've something of a compromise with him, when it comes to bathing." She just hoped it worked. Of course it would work. She would make it work. Straightening a little, Emily turned and asked, "Miss McIntyre, do you know if they carry robotic mice, as well as wind-up ones?"

The answer made Emily look slightly downcast, "I've been...banned from the internet. There was a situation." The black-hole generator hadn't even worked. Properly. Maybe she could find someone to make one for her, like one of the scholarship girls at the academy or one of the other nearby schools. Miss Mindy could probably use a science-minded minion anyways. The thought of multi-tasking like that, perked Emily right back up, "I'll just work around that, though."

In lieu of a robotic mouse, Emily picked up a couple wind-up ones to tide Mr. Monty over for now. A little uncertain about her next question, she cleared her throat with a small cough and asked, "Ah...I've heard that there are ways to train a cat to...use a toilet. Would you happen to know how to go about such training?" It not that she didn't trust Mr. Monty. She simply had very high standards when it came to Miss Mindy's household.