963. Living at home with her mom, Felina sensed that she might be more cat than human when she turned 20. As she was blowing out the candles on her birthday cake, she realized that she didn't feel like cake—she felt like mouse. Next day, while her mom was preparing dinner, Felina walked around on all fours and rubbed against her mom's legs. When Felina meowed, her mom petted her. Felina spent the afternoon curled up on the back of the sunlit sofa, next to the windowsill. Next morning, she poured herself a bowl of milk for breakfast, set it on the floor, and lapped it up while on her hands and knees. That afternoon she told her mom, "I'm through with bathing. I hate water. From now on, I'll lick myself clean." Next day, Felina poured fresh kitty litter into the bathtub. That's when her mom called a psychiatrist. 5.2