"I had to buy more supplies for you." He Ming finishes refilling the bottle, puts the big jug down, and goes to the front of the kennel.

"Here." He opens the door to give Ilima his dinner, taking out a rolled up pad he'd been carrying under one arm. It's water absorbent and thick enough to be comfortably sat on instead of the pillow. "If you play with that toy while I'm not here, or you make any other mess, you can sit on this. Understand?"