Ritchie's never been much of one for animals. Frankly, where he's from, he's pretty sure there's several laws regarding animals and certain proximities for food. It's a reminder that is another world where, clearly, regulations are much less defined than the United States of America. ...He does, however, frequent the occasional hipster establishment that may or may not have a patron animal as a haunt.

The cat earns a brief stare back before Ritchie looks away and occupies himself instead with a wild rummaging through the satchel at his side. He never thought to check on the well-being of his items. Removing a few notebooks and placing them on the bartop to be out of the way, he checks on some more valuable contents at the bottom of the bag: a journal and a few wrapped crystals that seem to have made it just fine.

Briefly his eyes move back to the bar hoping the cat has decided to fuck off.