The cats are very soft, but they are also very thin. Cole realizes this as he reaches out to pet them. They rub against him with quiet mewls, but he can feel the indentations of their ribs and the way their skin hangs off of them like an oversized coat and it breaks his heart. He wants to help, but he isn't always sure how. Now that he feels more human than ever, this is quickly becoming apparent.

It hadn't really occurred to him that he shouldn't feed them bread. Honestly, he's only just beginning to understand what he needs to eat, let alone cats. He looks up for a moment and considers it, seeming to almost wilt at the realization.

"Is that what cats eat? You're right. It sticks in their stomachs, it makes them feel full and happy and warm. I should get some."