"Oh." That was sad. Mikey was going to take Sam's word that they would find something. Something that wasn't a dog. That would be good. It would happen, he had confidence. Sam wouldn't just say something that wasn't true. Sam had helped him throw up. They were friends for life now.
"We can take a walk." The cat wondered if it was a dog thing. If he wanted to just take a walk because that was what dogs liked. He still couldn't be upset about it, Sam being more dog-like. Maybe it was because Sam didn't smell all the way dog.
"Um. Like a dog who isn't a dog, but not like how you don't smell like dog. He smells like the forest and wild and gnashy teeth and howling." Maybe that was what wolves smell like. "The other boy that I met at school who was a dog smelled like actual dog. Like rolling around in dirt and wind and kibble."
He had seen that boy eat kibble. So maybe that wasn't a fair assessment. It might have just been Mikey projecting. Not that he knew what projecting meant.
"I guess I can show you Evan. But he's not fun. He took me to a place where they did stuff after he fed me something that made me sleep. And he took Niks away. Plus he smells."