[ He grabs a long stick and pokes the fire with it, pushing on one of the logs to keep the flames burning. Dark eyes stare at the blaze, remembering how a certain goddess would come talk to him on occasion whenever he built a fire. Hestia was often his only living company and thinking of her causes the flames to burn a little warmer and cast a homey glow. ]

Or you could always try sneaking onto someone's boat. In the past, ships used to carry cats in order to hunt the mice and rats so the rodents wouldn't eat the sailor's food supplies. Though I suppose that might only apply to Earth and not alien planets.