The state of the Bean is that she is happy, but limited. She still has feeling and circulation in her back legs, but can only stand for brief periods of time. She's having a harder time getting up the ramps we set up for her, but she's still managing. She's in the shortened collar so she doesn't bite herself when she has spasms. She's been having problems with the mechanics of the litterbox, but now she lets us help hold her steady while she goes. I think she realizes it's less of a pain for BOTH of us than having to bathe her every day. So usually at about 7:30, an hour or so after breakfast, I get the insistent headbutt that says "I HAVE TO GO NOW," and either J or I get up and help her with the litter. Whatever works.
Aside from that, she's really happy and loves to cuddle. Strike that, she's an aggressive cuddler. This morning, she got up, resolutely marched herself over to my pillow, and kerflopped right on top of my head to indicate that I was to cuddle her. When I did, she started purring
so loudly and contentedly that it put a silly grin on my face. She was in my lap while I photoedited and posted the new candles. Then she curled up on my chest and dug her face under my chin.
The other kitties are fine. All is well.
