Tilda is still with us - both in the sense of not being dead, and being with us in the kitchen.
The weather over the last couple of weeks has mostly been foul, and there have been many days when the Garden Girls stay in their run and I haven't even bothered to try and get Tilda to go out.
On the intermittent days I've suggested she go out, and she has often point blank refused. Some times I've put her outside, and she's back at the door within a ouple of minutes waiting patiently to be let in.
I'm beginning to think she has agoraphobia.
