The boy held his cat tight to his chest. "He's an amazing cat," the boy said, "and he needs an amazing home." He peeked up at the woman standing over him. She smiled. "Can you tell me what's great about him?"
"He can run faster than a cheetah."
She crossed her arms. "Oh, yeah?"
"Um, once he protected me from three pit bulls. At the same time."
"Okay." She didn't sound impressed.
"If you let him go outside, he can find gold for you."
She raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"Um, and his, uh, if he licks you, it cures cancer."
"Well, that's great and all, but I'm not sure I'm the right person for this cat."
Tears beaded in the boy's eyes. "What if he loves a little boy very much, and the boy just can't keep him anymore because we have to move to a place that won't take animals, and maybe we could visit him sometimes?"
She knelt and stroked the fuzzy head. "Now that sounds like an amazing cat. One I could give a good home and love forever. One that could have friends over." He sniffled, and they petted the cat together. The cat remained indifferent.