"Salmon...hmm they also have tuna." Clint said, picking up the small aluminum cans. "Oh, here's chicken." He said, picking it up. He read each can, making sure that they were for kittens. "Salmon is much healthier than tuna...so we'll take some cans of Salmon, and some cans of chicken." He said, setting them into the cart. He made sure they had enough then he remembered the bowls which were on the bottom shelves. "Okay, should we just get white bowls? I mean, if he's a boy he should get blue ones though." They just needed two bowls. One for food and one for water or milk.

"Oh how about these white ones?" He said holding them up so she could see. They were white ceramic bowls with grey little fishes all over them. They were pretty cute and if they were going to have a pet, he thought the furball deserved the best they could afford to get him. "You know, I'm surprised that you haven't named him yet." Clint pointed out.

"Hmm...yes I guess you're right." Clint agreed. He put one of the bowls in the cart and the other back then started to look for another one. When she asked him for name suggestions, he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. You're asking a guy who's never had a pet before." He answered, picking up a blue bowl. "Here, this could be for the water." He said and showed it to her. "Or do you want to get the one with blue paw prints on it for the water instead?"

Clint really did want to help name the little gut though. "Well..why not something that goes with his fur color? What color is he again? Grey?" He honestly had forgotten already. Well, he never really paid attention to that in the first place.

Clint nodded and placed the one she liked into their cart, putting the other back. He stood to his feet, listening to her describe the little guy and also list what was next in the list. Ah, fun. He scrunched up his nose. Pets were always messy, and cleaning up after them was never fun. Still, the little furball would be safer with them than out in the streets. And if he was in the house, then Maddie wouldn't be out there running around looking for it. So keeping the kitten was the best choice.

"Alright, let's go get that. Hmm, dark grey with white huh?" Clint repeated. He pushed the cart in silence, thinking of what they could call the kitten. "What about Nimbus?" He suggested. "Weird I know...but you know what a Nimbus cloud is right?"

When they reached the aisle with the boxes of litter and the actual litter boxes, he stopped and started reading every type, trying to figure out which was better. "Well he's going to be an indoor cat so I think the one that says 'indoor' on it would be best.." He said to himself, looking at Maddie when she spoke. "Yeah, I guess I can be creative sometimes. Nimbus are the dark rain clouds and the regular white clouds...I don't remember. Something with an O I think? Oh wait no, they're called Cumulus? I think. I don't know, I'm not good with science or whatever." He said, laughing softly.

"Oh yeah, that stuff is pretty important." Clint said. He lifted some boxes of the litter into the cart and some boxes of the dust then he grabbed an actual box for the litter for the cat. "Ehh science. Never liked it." He laughed and looked at her. "What's next on the list?" He asked her. "Or is that all. Well actually I think toys are next huh?" Toys were pretty important. It would keep the kitten entertained while they did their own thing. Clint wondered what the kitten was doing alone at the house. Probably taking a nap. It seemed to really like doing that.

"A brush." Clint repeated. Did the kitten need a brush though? Did kittens shed a lot? He didn't think so but maybe Nimbus would enjoy having his fur brushed regardless. "Alright. Where are the...brushes.." He said to no one, looking around at the signs of the aisles. One of them had to have brushes right? "Grooming! Over there." He said, pointing in a direction. His eyes landed on her. "A feather toy? Yeah, we can. Come on." He told her, leading her to the grooming supplies where he started to look for a good brush.

The cart felt a little heavy with the boxes of litter inside. It didn't bother Clint though, he pushed it with ease. There were a few people with their pets on leashes. A leash! Cats didn't need those right? He had passed by the small section of clothes and frowned. He never saw the appeal to that and he didn't think that the animals liked it very well either.

"Huh?" Clint looked back at her and stopped. Why did he have a bad feeling about this? "Alright then. I'll be over there after I find the brush." He answered. He watched her walk away until she slipped into the aisle where the toys were. With a bad feeling in his gut, Clint continued on, walking into the aisle where the grooming supplies were. They had shampoos and stuff to protect against flees. He picked up a bottle of shampoo and stared at it for a while, wondering if he should get it or not. Well cats needed baths, but Nimbus was so small, a bath might get him sick. He didn't know. He got the shampoo anyway. They could use it once Nimbus was older.

He reached the brushes and started to look at them all carefully. As if it even mattered. They all looked the same and felt the same. He grabbed a wooden one with soft plastic bristles with the rounded ends and placed it inside. Then he looked back at the other things, wondering if they needed any of it. They needed a cat scratching post. That would be with the toys he figured.

Clint didn't think they needed anything else. He looked at what they had in the cart and another thought popped into his head. A bed, didn't cats need their own little beds? Although, Nimbus could very well sleep on either one of their beds at night if he wanted to. Well, he'd talk to Maddie about it and see what she thought. Maybe they didn't need the bed, or maybe she would want Nimbus to have a bed of his own.

He started to head out of that aisle and towards the aisle with the toys. That's where Maddie said she would be. He'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit he was worried. He didn't want to have her glued to his side all the time either though. Some space was good for both of them. "I'm sure she's just fine." Clint said to himself.

When he arrived, he noticed Maddie looking around. "Hey, you okay?" He asked, approaching her and gently resting a hand on her shoulder. "You look like you saw a ghost. Were you able to find the toy you were looking for?"

Clint glanced around but he didn't see anyone acting suspiciously. Had they been followed? He wouldn't be surprised it that were the case. Whoever was after Maddie would probably not stop until they had her right where they wanted her. "That's good." He said, looking back at Maddie. "I think a scratching post would be a good idea. We don't want Nimbus scratching the furniture." He pointed out. Having a pet was pretty pricey, but at least now the little guy could live comfortably. "Nimbus is so spoiled." Clint teased.

"Alright, let's get going. I'm sure the little guy misses you already." Or, he could very well be making a mess of the place while they were gone. Kittens had a lot of energy right? What if they got home and the place was a mess? What if the little guy managed to break something? Hopefully he wasn't hurt!

Clint nodded and walked with Maddie back to the register. He could see that Maddie looked anxious, maybe it really was a good idea to leave now before she had a full blown panic attack. Those were never pretty. "Did you find everything okay?" The person at the register asked. Clint nodded and when everything was bagged up and in the cart again, he handed the cashier the required cash before heading out with Maddie towards the car.