Hideaway Strath here for evermore

He'd found there were a couple things he enjoyed habitually. Well, he hadn't found them - he was so lost in his thoughts that nothing else made sense. He was too little for it to form completely and so everything was a vague notion. It crackled in his consciousness, it vanished when he was unconscious. He learned it all over again, over and over every cycle of his sleep and wakefulness. He made a little sound as he was released, only aware that his paw was no longer a plaything. He wiggled and writhed, snuggling closer to Lotte until he had bumped against her soft stomach and suddenly his mouth gummed at her until he found a teat and began to feed yet again.