Not many people would notice a feral kitten skulking around an alley. If it had enough energy it would have taken a bigger form. The horse it was while it ran through the countryside, the dog it was in the forest, or even the hawk as it traveled through the worst of the mountains. There wasn't much power keeping it together, so it would have to stick with being a kitten until it fell apart.
From it's limited knowledge, it knew that kittens weren't threatening. Maybe that would help it get noticed. Its small body would keep the living ones from noticing that it didn't through a shadow, that the sunlight made its body light grey and slightly transparent. Maybe it would be too dense for them to see the precious cargo stored in its body until it knew that they wouldn't ignore it.
With a loud mew, the kitten surged out of the alley, tail held high and little ears swiveling around. It ran up to the living ones' ankles and mewed at their feet, hurrying to the next living one if they didn't notice. The living ones threw big shadows now that it was small, so it didn't feel like the sun was tearing it apart.
The kitten scampered to another pair of feet, sat next to them and mewed up at their owner. Maybe this one would notice.