Resolution

$4,000 later, the neurologist is still unable to definitively diagnose my feline . . . but the medications seem to be working and she is home and happy . . . which is all that matters in the end. We let her out of her carrier and she immediately proceeded to bolt around the house purring wildly and making bread . . . and followed T. and I around like a lost puppy dog. And the GREAT news is she appears to be focusing on our faces - so I think her sight is recovering. With any luck, she will return to normal - or at least as normal as any animal of mine can be. WHEW.

In the meantime, I need to do some financial juggling in order to figure out how to pay her vet bills . . . le sigh.