Yoska wasn't quite used to sleeping in a normal bed yet. The concept wasn't that strange; he'd had a bed at the farm. But the straw and makeshift thing he'd slept on there was nothing like the real mattress in his new bedroom. It was almost too soft. Sometimes it felt as though he would sink right to the floor.

Luckily, he had plenty of his furry companions surrounding him to keep him company while he adjusted. The jealously guarded spots on the bed were taken by a large mutt, a yorkie, and some kind of terrier mix. On the floor around the room slept various other canines, plus a few brave cats that were able to fend for themselves. Yoska laid stomach down on his bed, his messy, curly locks buried in his pillow.

When the morning sun finally awoke him, the young man slowly sat up and looked around the room at his little pack. A few fuzzy heads lifted to look back at him. Yoska scratched his chin, then climbed out of bed and got dressed. The sound of dull claws scraping the wood floor approached behind him as one of his dogs got up to come check him out. A cold, wet nose pressed against his hand, encouraging a pat. 

Once dressed, Yoska shuffled into the bathroom to clean up, then came back into the bedroom to tell the dogs that it was time to go outside. A couple popped up and ran out of the room to the front door while a few others just dragged. Yoska followed them to the door and opened it to let them out into the courtyard. He trusted them not to run off. Yoska had taken most of them off the streets; they knew they had it good right where they were.