The vet has no answer. She seems perky. This afternoon she jumped up onto the kitchen counter and pull down an 8" frozen brat onto the floor to try and eat it. It was encased in plastic and I was sitting right freakin' here and heard the bang. Geesus.
I'm afraid if I got another cat, she'd never let him or her get to a food bowl. But, I'm wondering if maybe that's what she needs - competition - companionship - contention.
At least today, like last night, she pooped on the door mat which I can always toss if it gets too grody. I put the second box on that mat. Here's hoping.
She's a sweetie but she's working my last nerve. Plus, on the way to find something else on my computer, I spied a photo of Travis trying to love my face to death. I need another lover and Betty needs a foil.
Maybe Wednesday, I'll start the hunt.