Big progress tonight - Mouser meowed, then marked and head-butted both my legs (after feeding, so I am thinking it was not a demand). I still cannot initiate touch. Mouser does not scratch anything, purr, jump up on anything or play (those are catnip-infused cloth mice on the floor behind her feeding station - she completely ignores them as she also ignored a rolling champaigne cork and an empty paper towel roll). But compared to when I first met her as a starving feral (picture at left), she has filled out and grown. And she talks and talks and talks. And eats and sleeps in peace. I am blessed...