Another soft, sad mew from the kitten, who is clinging onto Max, tiny claws dug into his shirt as if she will fall otherwise. Food does sound good, even if she knows it'll be strange to eat without hands, but she can hear Anani and wonders how on earth he'll react. Whatever Max does in the house, she's going to stay stuck to him as firmly as a burr, knowing his height is the advantage here.

Whenever he sheds his jacket, though, she's going to start climbing. Up towards his shoulders, if she can just wriggle her way there to be balanced and safe.