He wants a home and folks.

I told him how good you were to me, and to Fluffy and Buffy, and that I knew you would be to him, because of course he's even nicer than cats and dogs." Miss Polly dropped back in her chair and raised a shaking hand to her throat.

The old helplessness was threatening once more to overcome her.
With a visible struggle, however, Miss Polly pulled herself suddenly erect.
"That will do, Pollyanna.

This is a little the most absurd thing you've done yet.

As if tramp cats and mangy dogs weren't bad enough but you must needs bring home ragged little beggars from the street, who--" There was a sudden stir from the boy.