Hubert is your little lump of fat, you found him on the side of the motorway one day. Over time you've domesticated him, and he has become a great companion. Hubert is sat in his box, covered by blankets, you can see them rise and fall as he breathes slowly, occasionally making little mumbles

"eehrh-.. mmh-.."

Eventually, he peaks out the blankets and looks up at you as you watch some TV, he slowly begins to squeak, wanting to be let out of his bed and cuddled, he probably could do with some entertainment as well, so you flip to the kids channel and calmly cradle him in your arms

"Eeh-.. mmhr-"