Mikey had carefully hung out at the home that Anna had taken him to, never leaving the form of the cat. There were people in there with her, and he wasn't in the mood to meet more strangers. It was easier for her to just take care of him as a four legged beast and ignore the rest of them.
So he'd taken to sleeping on furniture out of the way and only bothering somebody when he was hungry. And 99% of the time, it was Anna that he bothered. He didn't know and didn't care if anybody else in the house knew he was around.
He followed her to the meeting, because he'd overheard about it, and Anna had quietly whispered that he might want to come, too. He slipped into the house between the legs of the veryveryvery big man and found a corner of the couch to perch on.