He's doing the same thing with a nice purple one. It'll probably wind up tangled in his hair. Why not?

But... there's the noise machine again. Weirdo wants him to look out the window. Wouldn't it have been faster to just say so?

Whatever. He's over there and hauling himself up as quickly as he can, tail held high up behind his head. Much fluffy, very long.

It jolts when he sees real, full sized trees. "Where am I?"