I finally got the Sophia-cat to eat. She’d pulled her head back as far as she could without moving her body from her favorite cat food, tuna and chicken broth. I’d even resorted to putting broth down her throat with a dropper, on the vet’s suggestion. Then I finally remembered what she’d eaten the day after the kittens arrived, another occasion when she needed to eat desperately and either could or would not. Egg yolks. I’d had several around from making a torte, which I slid under her nose raw. She lapped them all up and looked for more. I repeated the procedure today, sans torte-making. (I’ll freeze the whites for later). And once again, she lapped most of it down before creeping back under the bed. She’s gotten protein, fat and minerals into her. I could see her getting steadier on her feet as she ate. I don’t think I’ll be needing that dropper any more today.