A little late, but better than never...

The symptoms don't seem to have progressed any and the little sweetie played with me yesterday.  She rarely initiates play and will only sometimes respond if I make overtures; she had to learn how to be a ferret and is still in the process evidently.  She and Emmy play and she loves to torment Florrie.  Yesterday, after her morning soup, I put her down to go wash out her bowl.  All of a sudden, she was dooking and bouncing toward me, looking up and dancing as best as her short little legs can.  I stopped and bent down to dance my hand toward her and she jumped right in, mouthing, dooking, kicking and just having a blast.  We played until she was done and ran off to play with the others.  What a wonderful start of day.