Misu, January 2008. At some point, the hubby started letting her burrow into the front of his hoodies, kangaroo style. She would keep doing this even when she’d doubled in size. We also resigned ourselves to the possibility that she would never learn to lie down without her feet sticking out frog-like. Lastly, she started getting more frequent visits from the other feline residents of our apartment complex. We’d had her fixed early, so saw this as a good chance to socialize her. One black kitten came in to eat her food and try to play, an older grey tabby starting offering evening serenades outside the window. She was clueless on both counts.