Scott took a moment to stop and turn to the Border Collie, who shrugged, "We can't figure out what language they are using... seems to differ between each one that shows up."<br/><br/>Scott's initial reaction would have been "Must be pet talk." but when he heard her say 'shows up', he asked, "Shows up? where? and why don't I see others?"<br/><br/>Stacie sighed, "Most of the time they are passed out when we find them. They all have the same basic reaction. Survival. The last one that I sold was to a lion... poor thing nearly died when the guy took him home. I got a call a week ago from the owner saying that his human—that's what we decided to call them—is much more friendly than a normal pet and doesn't seem to operate on instinct at all. He further suggested that the kid was using logic and reason. Hell, he even said that the human recognized the chessboard in his house. So like you wanted, not just another mouth to feed. It seems that wherever they started coming from... they are not as helpless as I thought they were when I found the first ones."<br/><br/>Scott shifted his gaze to the human in her cage. "She seems nice. How much?"<br/><br/>"With or without the pet owner's package?" Stacie asked. She went on to explain what they knew of the diet of these new creatures, and what he should do to help her feel more at home.<br/><br/>"I'll take i-her!" his tail wagged out of the hole in his shorts and he slowly opened the cage door, holding a massive paw out to the girl. "Come on! let's go home..." he tried to calm her down. As he held his hand out, he waited to see if she would accept his hand or reject him.<br/><br/>First impressions were important after all!