She's working the insulin. Tonight, it's chicken snacks.
Mala has a minor additional stress tonight. In addition to 5 (!) civvie friends - Gary, Rosalind, Castor, Serendipity, and Zadok - we have two foster boys who have had to come in from the cold front porch. Darmok and Jalad, two adorable black brothers, live mostly in a habitat, but we have to let them out to wander and exercise.
Mala takes it in her stride. A hiss or two to maintain hierarchy, a growl to stress the importance of these levels of authority, and she's back to herself. They aren't the first fosters to come through, probably won't be the last. Nice to know she doesn't stress out - it worried me.