Now that her royal feral-ness is home, I have had a chance to really look at her face. She has scars all over her lovely face, she looks like she has been in a sword fight for pity’s sake. The vet had no idea what might have caused such scars and is simply thankful that the scars are old and healed. I put her in the deck enclosure since she likes to climb walls. She can’t climb them in there because the walls are lined with plastic to accommodate the Olympian sprayers that occasionally arrive here. She did try, but slid right down.

I draped a blanket over one of the cat condos and she was hiding in the corner when I left. George built the air lock doors today- but he is going to have to rebuild them tomorrow. I can fit in there, but had a terrible time trying to get into the space with a cat carrier. Poor Pirate (the name of the new lady) I had to stand the carrier on end to get it into the narrow space. Either he is going to have to have the door open outward on the first entry door, or he will have to widen the entry way hall so there is room for everything. I can see litterpan scrubbing day to be a real nightmare if I keep the doors the way they are now.

But she is home, she is safe and she is scared stiff. I will let her decompress for 24 hours before entering her domain again- but I suspect it will be a bit of time before she figures out she is in a good place and no one will hurt her. Those scars are puzzling- one vet said they look almost man-made. 🙁