[At least if Tibbs doesn't understand it it means he's. Not. Working for whoever stuck them here, but also it makes it weirder because he really is just a normal cat and Martin doesn't know what to do with that information. He's half talking to himself even as he answers the question, because his theory is the only thing that makes sense to him right now and he might as well run with it while it still holds up.]

It can. The pocket realms of Oblivion can be molded as is seen fit by their rulers, they do not abide by the laws of reality as we know them on Nirn.

[He knows a thing or two about Oblivion.]

...If that is the true explanation, at least. Perhaps fortune will favor us-- for all we know, we could be in the woods just outside Chorral after all, and our captors were just particularly foolish. [And if that's the case then Tibbs is really just some sort of magical cat from another realm. It's fine, he can... live with that explanation too, probably.] There is only one way to know.

[He looks warily beyond Tibbs, into the trees. On the other hand, he isn't so sure he wants to stray far from the cabin he awoke in. If the captors do return, even if it's only to kill or torture him, at least he'll know who is behind it. And he's unbound with a dagger-- he stands a fighting chance. Staying put has its merits.]