"Hm." Mikey thought about that. He didn't see where the problem was, but if Sam said he needed something specific, Mikey was going to believe him. "What about a picture? I could draw a picture of a cat for you."
There were colored pencils in here somewhere. Possibly some crayons, too. He'd seen them at some point when he'd gone through his whirlwind inspection of his things. He was looking around at what was in the room. That's when he saw the Cat Fancy sitting on the bed. Mikey pointed at it with a question in his eyes.
"Sam likes chicken!" He exclaimed. In his head, Mikey was planning the deep and meaningful relationship that he was going to have with Sam in the future. They were going to have chicken. They were going to be cats. They were going to have some nip, and maybe a little lay down - but not a nap, because then Sam might lose his shape, and while cuddling with a guy wasn't so bad, Mikey preferred this particular thing to be with another cat.
He settled down to answer Sam's question. "Um." He thought. "I got on a bus and it took me to Electric City, I was in New York before. I met Niks, and she took me home. Then I met Evan, and he smells like icky dogface. But then I met Simon, and Simon smells like delicious. I like Simon. He gives me stuff. We all went to this weird place that had Spring and Fall together, and Halloween and bunnies and it was kind of scary. And then there were other places. But now we're here."
Mikey didn't have a huge grasp on the movement of time.