She is not friendly and I don’t expect her to be. Whatever horrors she has endured to be in the shape she is has molded her into the cat she now displays to me.

She is still hiding in her house, only her head is visible when I go upstairs. Seems to only want to eat canned food wants nothing to do with dry. Fancy Feast seems to be her preference. When I give her the meds, she does try to bite me, but her mouth due to malnutrition looks quite inflamed. Probably why she doesn’t want to eat the dry food. Unfortunately, in this neck of the woods, black cats quickly come to harm. She can’t tell me what she has endured, but her body is telling me it wasn’t good.

Her ears are peeling back she had the worst case of earmites I have ever seen- you couldn’t even see the interior of her ears they were that caked in blood.

She watches the three cats across the hall like a hawk and when Gretel who is now walking about freely in the room and hallway comes to her door, she shows no interest other than just to look.

I wish I had found homes for the three ragdolls but no one wanted to take three cats with PTSD and take up the challenge- I can’t blame them. Seems like in a society now where everything is instant gratification, people with patience to work with traumatized cats are disappearing in great numbers. My hope is to get all the cats downstairs and into general population before summer hits. The upstairs gets stifling hot and we can’t yet swing putting in air conditioning up there. To many other pressing issues.

It is nice to see Gretel coming out more and more- the three cats yeast infection in their ear is also finally under control.

As for McKenzie, she will soon realize she is a safe house and meals will continue to come on time and plenty of food for her. I put her on Transfer Factor and am also giving her cod liver oil to help her coat along. Right now, she looks like someone dipped her in a vat of salad oil. I will be curious what the bloodwork shows- it should be back by Monday.