She is now interested in food again. This is A Good Thing.
This morning I had an appointment and, mysteriously and miraculously, came home again. No sooner had I sat in my chair when there was the thunderous sound of a not-particularly-wasting-away kitteh launching herself from the upstairs hall window ledge, running downstairs and careering straight into me, bypassing dr_mitch. BYPASSING dr_mitch, I SAY! Not so much as giving him a second glance, although he is the closest thing on this Earth to being someone she adores.
"Aw, sweetie!" I trilled in delight, at the same second as I realised that she was performing her version of Timmy-Has-Fallen-Down-the-Well next to her posh food box.
I know what I'm for. Yeah, I had next to no function for her when she was 'stricken', apart from opening doors. The door thing is very important.
Yeah, I'm glad that kitteh is back on track*!
*The mercenary little ratbag!