she did OK

She was in the nest when I got back, and I advanced fairly far into the apartment before she heard me. Then she came running out of the nest. It was about 3 minutes of celebrating my return, followed by sudden near-screams meaning that she needed to be fed. She didn’t seem to understand that the feeding requires preparation, so I had a screaming kitten following me around as I prepared the meal for her.

The main effect of the 11-hour absence, of course, is that she is not remotely willing to be out of sight of me. So, my mobility is severely diminished with a kitten sitting on my shoulder or, more difficult yet, on one of my shoes.

And what a ravenous appetite today! It felt like she consumed as much as or more than her body mass, though I’m sure that’s literally impossible.

One other thing I noticed today is that kittens seem to have a somewhat reasonable sense of what heights are safe or unsafe to jump from. Tamanya occasionally makes jumps to the ground that are slightly unwise, but on the whole you can see her carefully thinking and judging before each leap, even if some of the estimates are a little bit off.