He has food! He has the dog! I just poured him water! But no, he just wants to go around squeaking disconsolately. Maybe he's looking for Mama Human. Or his woolly ball. Wait, now he's in the hall lurking.
The dog flung himself at me with hysterical protestations of joy and every time I sit down he gets all clingy at me. The cat walked up to me, eyed me for a long second and has since then refused to look at me, and if I pick him up he holds himself all light and tense and wriggles down indignantly
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