The kitten is easy enough to pick up - a small, extremely fluffed out thing, looking vaguely like it stuck a fork in an electrical socket, letting out only a tiny, pathetic mew as she gets settled. Max is warm, and she's basking in it, letting herself be carried away. Actually, this is the one perk to being small, she's finding - she can find situations to be carried around.

The question though is where they're going. If it's Max's house...well. She hopes Valdis isn't home, for she'd sense the ruse immediately. Anani will be another hurdle, if he recognizes her. But perhaps he will be too bemused by the form to do much about it.