Only she didn't eat it. And she didn't eat it the next day. On Monday we switched to dry food. She didn't eat that. And she didn't eat it today. She'd spent four days, not eating, staring through the glass at me.
Finally this evening I said "okay, you win," and opened the door. Roswell rushed in like air into a vacuum, bee-lined to the bowl and wolfed it down in about three seconds, so Prozac must not taste bad, Momcat's just contrary.
*** EDIT *** We just had quite a romp around the house, me trying to quietly corner her so I could brush her and her always scooting out through what I'd thought an impenetrable membrane. She's currently under the bed. For those of you keeping score, it's Momcat: 5, Kyle: 0.