Kevin Is Officially Out of Her Shell

It would appear Kevin has decided that the bipeds aren't as scary as she originally thought. I've had a few people come over during the course of the past week, and in all cases she eventually came out and interacted -- i.e., rubbed up against their legs and then threw herself on the ground next to them so they could more easily rub her stomach. 

The first time it took about fifteen minutes for her to come out, and the last was about ninety seconds. 

She's also discovered that furniture is more comfortable if you sit on top of it, rather than under it. My bed now has a dent in the corner of it, as she's taken to sleeping at my feet. (Happily, I've only twice been woken up to the cat standing on my shoulder and staring at my head, presumably willing me to wake up and do something. I woke up; can't say I did anything.) 

The only real remaining gap in Kevin's cat-human interactions is being picked up. Let her sit at your feet while you pet her and she'll do endless somersaults trying to get her body into some desired petting position only she understands. Pick her up and put her on your lap and the minute she can get free she'll run under the bed and hide for an hour.

So you just don't pick her up. 

But at least now it feels like there's more to owning a cat than cleaning out the cat box.