Minico was getting the hang of speaking English again. Trying to understand a lot of things. He now sometimes ate with the silverware but prefered to eat like a cat. They helped him speak better English. He was sad because Nyla had gone to go do something. "She coming back?" He kept asking Palmer. Picking him up and putting him on his head. "I'm hungry. Getting food." He told the cat. He went to the kitchen and yelped when he saw the man sitting there. He held Palmer in his arms to his chest. His eyes wide as he hadn't even known that there was other people that lived here. His arms around Palmer's middled as the cat's back rested against his chest. Murmering and trembling. He backed up. "Sorry..." His stomach growled but he ignored it.