This morning when I went out to get my newspaper, Beryl was sitting on the deck. Not hiding like she normally does. I think she was feeling a little bit better. I got my coffee and newspaper and Beryl's eye drops and we just sat together on the deck for about half an hour. I flea-combed her a little, petted her a lot. French came up and snuggled her and licked her face. When I got up to get the camera, French bugged out, but Beryl stayed put.