You think you smell a little bit of tuna so decide it might be worth it to wait. You allow him to hold you for about two and a half minutes and nuzzle him as he repeats him favorite phrase, "My Nozy! You love me, don't you?"

 "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah," you think to yourself.

 He starts walking and you realize that your worst fears are coming true. He's taking you home. You know what always follows that... he locks you in. You try to jump and run away, but he's got too tight a hold on you. He always does it like this-- his dumb smelly hand right under you. You're stuck, you can't go anywhere. Might as well just go to sleep until this nightmare is over...

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