Vibrations soon answered his calls, though they were heavier and more spaced than the pawsteps he was familiar with. He did not care, though, too cold and hungry for that, desperate for comfort. He moved towards warmth when it was close enough, nosing at the rough hair that touched his face. It smelt funny, and felt strange, but it was enough. It was comfort.

He was shivering, now, still yowling for food. He was expecting to be fed by now, to be warmed, and placed back in his home with all his familiar smells and sensations. What was happening?

Another set of footfalls, even heavier than the last arrived. There was not much else he could hear; muffled voices, and then a presence close to his head. He wails at it - I'm hungry! - and then something large and warm touches his face. It smells strange too, but he's too cold to care. Wriggling a little, he wrinkles his nose, and quiets significantly. He is still hungry, but being a little warmer helps.

Something warm and wet touches his face, and it is familiar enough despite everything. All he wants now is food. His squeaks continue.