As Richard said, it is bizarre that she has improved markedly over the last two days, and, aside from being near death, she is in excellent health. It seems extremely unfair. J and I are trying to be all jolly as she bounds up and down the hallway and leaps out from her hidey hole under the study bed to scoff salmon.

Oh, dear, I am empathizing SO HARD. Sylvie died during my second year at university, and I came home to see her one last time -- as soon as I got back into my parents' house, she started running up the stairs to my old bedroom in a way she hadn't done in months. They want to please us and keep us from worrying, I think... they sense we're upset about how they're doing, and they're trying to be as normal as possible.

/stops anthropomorphizing animals, sends GIANT HUGS to you and Mincat