[Garix]

Squeaks hugged the Bermese, as the fox rubbed his pregnant belly. He could sense that Bermese was calming down, belly rubbing calmed down Squeaks' boyfriend too. Squeaks knew that pets lived very sheltered lives, but could not comprehend what it must be like to literally never leave a house from early childhood. Squeaks thought about his childhood home he had left behind a few years ago, and felt a tinge of homesickness, which quickly dispersed. True, Squeaks missed his parents and siblings, but he left for a better life, which he found. Food was abundant here, unlike his former home, and he even had a semi-legit residence. Although humble by human standards, the dumpster kept Squeaks and his family warm and dry in even the worst weather.

He was reminded about food, and remembered that his guest must be hungry. He leaned over, and looked through is food stock for something suitable. He pulled out a box of saltine crackers, probably a bit fancier than appropriate, but why not. "Crackers?" he offered.

"We can't give up that easily. Did you have any anthro friends or family? Or a chip... A chip, did your master say anything about a chip? The humans can track anthros with those somehow," said Squeaks. He knew that Bermese would not be fit for life on the street, few pets were. Squeaks was moved as much by sympathy as a desire to gain a reward.

"By the way, what did your master use you for?" he asked.