Mikey's head whipped around looking for the sound. When he couldn't see who was talking to him, he turned his body in a circle until he could. All without moving off of the floor of his room. There was a bit of chicken on the ground which took up residence in his hair as he moved.
"Help." He said pathetically, reaching a hand out.
The cat was so full that he wasn't paying any attention to the way the stranger smelled. If he had, he might not have liked it so much.