OK, the good thoughts or dark rituals or whatever you all did paid off. As of last night and this morning, Paola has eaten all her food within about ten seconds flat of it being placed in her bowl, and is back to acting aloof and distant, just like the cat we all know and love. That snuggly, quiet, affectionate behavior when she was sick was deeply freaky, y'all. I can now go back to pretending she will outlive me. Which, given her New York street kitty survival skills and my prediliction for slicing open veins while chopping carrots (again today! -- I blame the inventor of knives), seems more than likely.
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Yay for Paola!
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