I am so not maternal
The Little Kitty whose name has morphed into Taki is doing as well as can be expected. Her bodily functions seem to be working. I hate that during the day, her meals are constrained to my schedule, but in the evening, she snacks at will.
This morning, there was a large bowel movement in front of one of the bathroom doors: the evidence indicates it was from Taki. She has really objected to my "helping" her recently, but she needed to do this.
I am putting her in the litter pan when I think she might be ready to pee or poop, with moderate success.
Taki has taken to wandering through the house, trying to find me, when I am not in the computer room. I will move her about, to decrease her stress, from time to time. Other times, I keep her enclosed in the computer room.
She has bonded to the towel that I use when I feed her: I am guessing the formula she spits out iand s drooling onto the towel is comforting to her.