Tony frowned when the little fellow couldn't get himself up enough to even eat the chip that was in front of his nose. "Hey, easy there. Let me help you," he said gently.

He moved very carefully, knowing Maru likely was still afraid of him and was acting fragile. He put the chip back in the bag and set it aside and then lifted the cat into his the crook of one arm like a baby. He pet Maru's head a moment softly with just one light finger and then tried the chip again. "When was the last thing you had to drink? Are you dehydrated?" He asked, worriedly.