she's always been, but almost. When the stroke first happened, she slept a lot, just getting up to use the litterbox maybe once a day, and I had to remind her to eat, and hand feed her. Some days she ate ok, some days not, and I had to give her a high-calorie supplement with an eye-dropper. Seemed like she 'forgot' what she should do with food, even if she was hungry. I didn't bother her, just loved her and let her sleep, and she pretty much knew how to cure herself. Animals are so amazing. She's now doing her 'therapy' of walking down the porch railing to the driveway and back up, probably 25 feet or so, and there's only a bit of a tremor in that front paw. It scared me to death to let her do it, but I figured she knew what she could do, and couldn't fall that far anyway. You know how we want to keep our babies safe. But she was fine, and is now dashing into her room to be fed again, and going out in the sunshine looking for mice (she's safe outside here, or I wouldn't let her do it), and she cuddled in bed with me all night last night. She's my little miracle cat, and I thank you all so much for remembering her in your good, kind thoughts and prayers. The little fighter beat the cancer, and the stroke, and is still here having a great quality of life and loving me. Praise God for this, is all I can say. Thanks again for your caring about a little tiger cat you don't even know. Hugs, Marji