::Purring. He likes that sound. And after losing his plushie, the still slightly whimpering oddity bumbles toward the sound...and promptly runs into a cushion.
Ooo. Soft. Soft is good.

Producing something between a whimper and a chirrup, the maybe-four-pound/not-quite-foot-and-a-half thing crawls up onto said cushion....and sniffs. Ooo. Warm thing. The purringthing! Sniff. Sniff.
And then the beastie curls up right then and there, kind of nuzzling a bit::