Claimed By the Alien Huntsman

Getting abducted by aliens was not on my bingo card.

Marketing pre-packaged sandwiches was not an exciting job, but it paid the bills. Okay, actually I hated it and it barely covered the basics. Long drives down rural highways to gas stations and minimarts in one and two stoplight towns across a two state area made for a terrible commute. I wanted out, but I’d thought I’d start looking for a new job closer to my apartment. Not get kidnapped along with a whole bunch of other humans by one set of aliens only to crashland on an inhospitable planet inhabited by yet another set of aliens.
Seriously, when the other survivors voted that it would be me to venture out of the wreckage to see if there was somewhere safe for us to go, there was a whole lot of nothing but white, more white, and oh, even more white frozen landscape as far as my eyes could see through the falling snow. This Florida boy was not a happy camper, let me tell you.
Then, he appeared. At first, I thought I was about to be eaten by an alien Yeti thanks to the furs he wore. Instead, when he shed them to wrap me up, I was stunned to find a seven foot plus tri color tabby cat man with a disconcertingly human-like face and body. A very ripped one that under very different circumstances would have had me drooling. He picks me up and hauls me off, not understanding a word I’m trying to get across about the others. I need to get him to understand, so we can save them.The way he looks at me as we spend more time together? Some other things don’t need words to be universally understood.

This planet might be frozen, but things are definitely heating up.