"No snakes or lizards then, gotcha," Rolf said with a grin, unable to help the amused expression. Personally he was cool with everything, though he had a extra special respect for certain things these days.
"We have some small to medium birds, most raised in magical environments, which as I'm sure you know makes them a little different than their counterparts. So we can look at those -- I have a small aviary of parakeets, a few varieties of cockatiels and parrots and such, or if you want something that can be a messenger bird, there's a few bigger varieties as well," Rolf told him, gesturing toward a wall a bit away from the cats (and for good reason, the feathers taunted the furs and vice versa).
"As for furry things, as you see, we have cats and Kneazles and mixes there of, though I have to say, it will be more the Kneazles, especially, training you than the other way around," he said. One of the Kneazles pointedly licked a paw in his direction, in his mind obviously agreeing. "Or I have a few dogs, a few puppies, and some Crups, which are tenaciously loyal but you shouldn't live near Muggles with them." He always double checked on that, as he wasn't going to be at fault for an accident of that sort.