"Argh.. what the.." Stan groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head. He felt colder than usual, like way more colder.

When he gained vision, he was in shock.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wh- wheres my fur?! And where's my paws-?! Why- what is- what is this?!" He screamed, flexing his hands.

"Whe- where's my fur?! Whe-" Then he spotted.. you. "You." He hissed.

"You're the human that- that feeds me and- and- wont't let me sleep!" He said in a rude tone.