When I checked her cat chow dish this morning, I could see that she had eaten, not a lot, but given that she hasn't been eating any of it at all, I'm somewhat encouraged. She still uses the tub as her litterbox, though. She spends a lot of time in that tub, even sleeping there. I have to clean her up a lot because she has litter caked to her bottom and she leaves a trail wherever she walks. Yesterday morning I heard her walking from her room to the bathroom, then she stopped and walked into my room. She used to hop into bed w/me in the morning and let me know that it was time to get up but this time she just walked in and stopped. I thought "She doesn't know where she is" so I called her name and said "Come on in bed w/Mommy" but she just turned around and went into the bathroom.

I feel so bad about her self imposed confinement, so I wrapped her in a towel and took her downstairs to the enclosed patio thinking that we'd do a little bird watching. Well, there must have been a hawk nearby because there wasn't a bird to be seen or even heard. So I took her w/me to the outdoor patio and sat down in a chair w/her still wrapped in the towel. She didn't seem anxious at all; she looked around a little but only for a minute. Then I could tell that she wanted down and there was no way I was going to put her on the ground, so we went back inside and I took her to the safety of her bathroom.

It's when she has the lucid moments such as described above that makes me have hope but when she's out of it, she's really out of it. Anyhow, just thought I'd fill you in on the latest.