(Spoiler alert: it was situational!)
Basically, we would get a sense as to her health by how she ate and eliminated.
So we started trying her out with different foods, eventually switching to a high-protein formula. The first night, I dabbed a bit on her muzzle to catch her interest, and she lapped some up after that. The next morning, I gave her more, and she lapped that up, too. Then she used the litter box! I have never been so relieved to see a cat defecate before. I left her alone to tell Operation Paw that she’d eaten, feeling pleased with the situation.
Little did I know how briefly my happiness would last. After sending an email, I came back to check on her and found that there was formula all over her cage. She must have tripped on the bowl and splashed it around, I thought—Babette still found walking a very rickety experience at the time. So I left the cage open for her to wander about if she wanted, and went to fetch some cleaning products.
In my bare feet.
I shrieked and jumped back—and stepped into another puddle. Babette kept playing happily while I hopped out of the room on one foot to go wash myself.
Operation Paw and I eventually determined that this was a continuation of Babette’s upset stomach: the formula was too rich for her. So we tried something else, which Babette ate voraciously.