You do your best to hold back the tears after your outburst. You feel like such a child for saying it, too, but you really are just that scared and want things to go back to normal. The cat seems like it backs off a little, based on the creaking of the wood and absence of the hot air washing over you. You dare a glance upward and see that he's sitting straight upright, pondering you quite seriously. You try to speak again, wanting to say more to convince him. "Alright," he says simply, cutting you off before you can even start.
You look hopeful for a moment, then, without warning, his head lunges at you. There isn't even time to react as his warm, wet tongue is pressed to the front of your body. The rough surface easily sticks to you as you're brought rapidly into the cat's mouth. You scream and flail, but you're far too weak to make a difference. After a minute, you realize you're not being eaten and start to calm down. Instead of being brought entirely into his mouth, your legs are hanging outside, with his mouth holding you firmly around your waist and teeth gently keeping you in place. Where his teeth are touching, you do feel a little sore, but you realize this is more because of your thrashing than him trying to hurt you. "Wh-What are you doing?" you finally get up the courage to ask, but of course he can't answer you with his otherwise busy.
You feel movement suddenly, a cool wind blowing awkwardly over your rear. There's a brief pause a few minutes later, and then suddenly your legs are freezing in what you assume to be the cool nighttime air. You would worry about frostbite, but as the cat keeps moving, his breathing becomes more rapid, warm air from his nose keeping your lower parts warm, if not as humidly hot as the half inside the mouth. At this point your upper body is completely covered in moisture, and the saliva seems to be building up more and more. You wonder nervously just how good you taste... and how much self-control this cat has.
Thankfully, the trip doesn't last much longer. You're more than a little disoriented by the time you're unceremoniously spat out on the ground. It's difficult to tell where you are at this size, but as you look around, you quickly see...