The policebadger seems intent on you, and his expression is not one of friendly recognition. You decide you might as well make things easy on yourself by giving yourself up for whatever laws you must be breaking by walking around naked in a public park, and hopefully find out just how you wound up in your current situation.
You begin walking, still a little unsteadily, to meet him. The copper is about your height, and about the average weight compared to the other furs walking around; that is to say, borderline-obese by the standards that you have ingrained in your head from... whatever past ingrained them in you. He looks like he would perfectly fit the old cliche of the donut-eating cop, black fur plainly visible through the gaps made by his sizable gut pressing out between the buttons of his blue shirt.
"Excuse me, officer?" you call out as you get within calling distance of each other. "This may sound a little strange, but--"
"You just woke up in the middle of the city, with no clothes, money, identification, or memory?" the badger supplies, cutting you off.
"Um... Yes, actually. How did you know?" you ask, a little bewildered.
The badger heaves a sigh, setting his double chin a-quiver. "Because you're not the first. It's like there's some weird plague of naked, malnourished amnesiacs falling from the sky."
"I suppose we would sort of attract attention. Are there really that many of us?"
"Well, maybe it's a slight exaggeration, but half a dozen is still more than is exactly normal," he scratches his head between his ears, looking off at the skyscrapers looming around the edge of the park. "Look, I'm technically off-duty right now, but you look like you could use some help. Food and clothing to start, and we should see what we can do about getting you a place to stay, as well, before somebody else spots you and drags you into the station. The name's Mike, by the way, and you're pretty lucky you ran into me first."
"Hang on, did you say..."