Slowly, I pull it over my head. It’s one of those huge hoodies, super oversized, and when I look down, I find the giant front pocket that opens at the top. My jaw drops in slow motion. “Oh my God. Oh my God, Len, is this one of those—” “Cat sweaters!” she shrieks, picking up Mittens again, shoving him in the pocket of my new favorite hoodie. “Now you can bring him everywhere!”
