Ron’s eyes widened. The minute owl was still hooting excitedly. “Keep him?” he said uncertainly. He looked closely at the owl for a moment; then, to Harry’s and Hermione’s great surprise, he held him out for Crookshanks to sniff. “What d’you reckon?” Ron asked the cat. “Definitely an owl?” Crookshanks purred. “That’s good enough for me,” said Ron happily. “He’s mine.”
