Taking the proffered folder, Abby opened its cover and everything girlish about her spilled forth as from a broken dam. 'She's beautiful!' Abby cooed at the first photograph of Weir, her brilliant snowy head held proudly tall, front paws stretched out in front of her on a patch of grass much like an Egyptian statue. A prime headshot as sought after by many a model.
Abby couldn't help adding 'And eyes like her father, I see,' because it was blazingly true. Exotic and bright blue eyes the same shade as the giant grinning delightedly above her.
Hopes proved solid, Abby now felt zero hesitation in proceeding with the breeding project.
Typically, wild animals made very bad house pets due to no fault of the creature’s. Humans were lazy and overeager, always selfishly taking on far more than they could handle and then dropping it in the dust like a plastic toy when something shinier caught their eye. She saw it all the time with iguanas and turtles, like the small fellow Robb had been admiring earlier.
Bought as a hatchling, often as an Easter gift, and three months down the line when excitement and newness had run its course the tiny shelled beings would wind up in her care, back at the pet shop, or in the worst cases flushed, for many did not survive the grubby unwatched hands of toddlers.
Weir, however, had clearly been cared for with the deepest commitment and a loving respect for natural strength and beauty.
'Would you care to see the big cat house now? Our largest specimens are the Puma Concolor at the moment, but I think you'll be pleased. I can photocopy this when we get back.'