I'm going where?

Mmmm... non-spikey one inspects me, looking up close,  rubbing the side of my cheek.
Quills at the ready, I wait it out, looking for an escape route... she picks me up... huf...go go gadget quills...huf... huh, interesting... non-spiked one is warm, relaxing.
Oh wait <huf> my feet are being massaged? mmmmm.... that feels pretty good... I feel calm... I close my eyes... I excrete as a token of gratitude - life is good!
Huh? What? She is speaking. To me?  What did she say? home? five days? where?
Oh crap. I missed most of it...