While true awareness of his surroundings is yet to be a development, he's come into the grand ability that is seeing, and this is novel enough to occupy him when eating or grooming or dreaming does not. What a full schedule he has! Now, sense and reasoning are also evasive traits he's not quite able to harness, but this is a fault of his age rather than much else so it's an immense revelation for him when he wakes this time and he feels... not humidity!

Yojimbo's been warm and dew-touched and crankily hot beneath the pile of his siblings, he's never been—cold!

He yawns, twists, and kicks at the soft someone beside him before blinking blearily at who he's come to know as his world: milk-giver, not-milk-giver. "Bah," he yawns, and stretches like that of a lazing feline with his forelimbs tucked and hind limbs sprawled out. "Bah."

Yojimbo curls into himself following this great expression of energy and attempts to return to his busy work of dreaming.