Rolf had a kitten on his head and a half-Kneazle kit on his shoulder when the quiet chime sounded announcing the entrance of a customer. He turned and looked, smiling broadly in welcome to the man who walked in the door. "Hullo," he greeted him. "Welcome to The Bestiary, is there some way I can help you today, or would you rather browse?"
Some people preferred to be let alone while they looked, while others wanted to be pointed in the right direction. He raised a hand, finally grabbing the kitten on his head and managed not to scalp himself as he transferred it to the crook of his elbow.