The Raticate huffed at the trainer, then scuffled back to its master, a Grunt who was leaning back in his chair, a set of keys put on the table he had his feet on. He was snoring loudly, which may have been because of a nearby Drowsee, who appeared in a trance of some kind. Its eyes were glowing purple, feeding on the man's dreams. He would be out like a light for a while. There were Vulpix, Diglett in little bins of dirt in their cages, Oddish, a whole array of species.