The Rescuer and the Captive. part 2

I remember the cage
      When I started to get dry and warm, I started being able to think more clearly and move. I was stuck in a cell about four body lengths long and two wide, with the fluffy stuff, but the warmer was actually outside the wall. I could see through the walls, but not very clearly. It was dark, but occasionally it would get light and a large one or two would come look at me through the walls. Were they my rescuers or my captors? I was warm and dry and could hobble around some, so I was getting better. But what did they intend to do with me when I got better?
       The large ones made their vocal noises at each other, but I couldn't determine if they were hostile or friendly, if they meant me ill or well. In all remembered history no one had ever been able to decipher their language. (But that's going on the assumption that their vocal noises were their means of communicating.) And they had never understood us, as far as we could tell. Those who attempted to live among the large ones ended up in captivity or dead. So if you wanted to be free, you stayed well away from then and didn't let them see you. Well, it was too late for that now; they already had me inside of one of their big buildings in this impenetrable cell. How was I supposed to get out of here and find my way back home?
      For whatever reasons the large one had, it moved me to a different cell. This one was larger, about five body lengths long and three wide, with a higher ceiling with small holes high up in the walls and ceiling; those would be too small even if I could get to them. However, the holes in the wire mesh door were bigger; unfortunately only my head fit out the first time I tried climbing through. Then I hid behind some more of that fluffy stuff and under a box. Was this large one intending to keep me in here? Did it heal me just to keep me prisoner? What did it expect to learn from me? Would it take me back closer to my home and let me go? Or at least let me out here to find my own way back somehow? Asking it all of these questions got no response. Maybe it couldn't even hear me. Though they respond to each other's vocal noises in a conversation like fashion, I never got any response. I was left in the dark again, literally and figuratively.