The clearest indication that Riley isn't feeling her best is that she's putting up with Moondoggie hand-holding her.
So the vet has put her on medication (which she'll have to be on for the rest of her life); fortunately, she's not an overly combative pill-taker, and seems to regard it as something between an inconvenience and a deadly affront to her dignity, which can and must be assuaged with a handful of Whiskas Temptations MixUps . So we'll see how it goes. If she doesn't improve, we'll take her back in for more tests, but we're hoping she'll be spared that.
And just to prove I have my priorities straight: Mary is also on the mend!
We'll have more to say this weekend (including, if all goes well, a new Special Comment from the Cats), but I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank you guys for coming to our aid. I've tried to email everyone individually, but I've gotten a few Mailer Daemons (my own fault for carelessly using my Ouija board to summon the vengeful spirits of deceased postal workers -- I've got to find a new hobby), so if you haven't heard back from me, please know how much we appreciate your help. You may have literally saved our lives (well, not mine, but that was on mark-down anyway, so it's more of an everyday savings).
MOONDOGGIE: ♬ Lean on me, when you're not strong...♬ (Pssst! Keep it up! We might go viral, like those otters!) ♬And I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on...♬