Almost right away Neffi is much better. She is standing straighter and walking farther before laying down. She just looks like she feels better. She is tussling with her brother. Last night they were grooming each other’s faces so vigorously I thought they were going to start french kissing.
Now that she’s proven she’s eliminating properly, Neffi no longer has to be in isolation. That was just heart-breaking, listening to the poor critter cry and scratch at the door. But with three cats, the only way to know what any one of them is doing is to separate them.