The answer to that one was obvious enough to him. "Fur preferably." he said, his eyes growing wide. "Gran would hex me into oblivion if I brought back something with scales." He shuddered to think about it.
"And we've got owls already and I don't think.. well, maybe I could get her a little birdy and get myself something furry.." He was pondering out loud at this point. He knew his grandmother had a thing for birds and might want a pet of her own. A little something to keep her company.