"And you should really get her some toys or a cat tree or something or she'll have to make her own fun and no one wants that."

"I don't want that, it's true. Ugh, this is going to be so much stuff to carry..." But she dutifully follows Daisy toward the cat trees. "Those things are gigantic! Who's hauling that out to the car? Not me, and not you with a double armload of kitty litter."

Daisy hums thoughtfully, regarding the display, then swoops down and shuffles a box into her stack. "There, see? Not gigantic at all."

Squiiiiint. "What did you—oh my god it's a cardboard pirate ship."

"What better home could there be for Pippi Longstocking?"

Pippi Longstocking can't read, but if she did she might be planning on sneaking out later to do some reading about her namesake. She looks curiously at the box picked up, seeing a large flat object with a picture on the front of, well, a cardboard pirate ship with a cat inside. Wearing a silly pirate hat and jacket, the poor thing, but the cardboard ship itself seems like it will be amusing at the very least. And Pippi can always play with the box it came in, even if it is rather flat. 

"It's so cute... it's so dumb and so cute..." She puts down the cat carrier so as not to have a gigglefit while holding Pippi. "Please tell me the pirate costume is not included. I don't want that temptation hanging over my head."

"I can't exactly look that closely right now," she says, arms still overburdened with cat supplies. "You'll just have to take a look yourself or live with the uncertainty."

Pippi also hopes the pirate costume is not included (that is, if she could understand what the humans are saying which she does not). She too does not want April to be tempted by dressing her up. (She'll endure it if she has to, of course. But she won't like it. It's undignified.) 

"Pet ownership is an ethical nightmare," she complains, still snickering.

After a few more seconds to compose herself, she does check the box. "Pirate costume sold separately. Whew. Let's get out of here before it ambushes us."

"Sounds good to me."

Between the two of them, they manage to get all the stuff purchased and hauled back to the car.

And Pippi Longstocking watches and observes (since there's not much else she can do at the moment). In addition to the pirate ship thing and the good brand of cat food, they've gotten her bowls to eat and drink out of as well as a litter box and kitty litter. Not everything that Pippi might have wanted, but it should be enough to make April's home properly livable. She settles into the blankets in the cat carrier for a nap as they finish loading up the car and drive back. 

Then, depending on whether or not Pippi wakes up when the car stops or the cat carrier gets picked up, she may or may not be treated to the sight of Daisy helping April haul everything into the house.

Pippi wants to know where everything is going to go in her new home; she'll stretch appropriately as she (along with everything else) is carried inside. Hopefully they'll open the carrier once she's inside -- she's spent several hours in it and would like to stretch her limbs someplace else -- but she can always meow a few times plaintively if she needs to to be let out. 

Opening the cat carrier is in fact the second thing April does once she's inside. The first thing is put the cat carrier down on the coffee table in the living room, just a few steps away from the front door.

Then (thankfully April isn't carrying anything else at the moment, since a normal cat wouldn't care and Pippi is an entirely normal cat) the first thing that Pippi does is hop gracefully off of the table and wind her way through April's legs, purring gratefully. 

"Yeah, yeah. Get off my ass, I gotta go haul boxes." But she doesn't try to disentangle herself, because that way lies stepping on kitty and there shall be no stepping on kitty.

Oh good. Then that gives Pippi plenty of time to show how grateful she is to be let out of that tiny box, before she wanders off to explore the rest of her house, something she certainly hasn't done before. 

In which case, by the time Pippi releases April from cat prison, Daisy will be just finishing setting up the food and water dishes in the corner of the kitchen.

Then that seems like an excellent place to explore first. 

She gives Daisy a friendly tailswish as she passes by her to take a long and delicious drink of water. There's no food out yet, but hopefully Daisy will put it out in a moment. 

"Where should I put these?" she asks April, holding up some stacks of cans.

"Oh, probably with the beans, here—" She comes over to open the appropriate cupboard, which does indeed contain some dusty cans of beans.

"You'll want to have some kind of reasonable schedule for feeding her and make sure she knows it, wet food spoils after like half an hour in the open."

"Half an hour? Holy fuck. That's not a meal, that's a final exam in speed-eating."