I finally put her inside the newly insulated cat enclosure outside. She is so much happier out there now. No barking puppy, no medical machines pumping no brothers in the next room calling out to her. I went and sat with her for about an hour until she did finally calm down. Last I checked, she was asleep- she finally ate some food and used the litterpan. I know our house is chaos at time- and this confirms my suspicion she needs to be a very quiet home when she does get adopted out. I see her with an elderly woman because all she wants me to do is pet her endlessly while she catches cat naps on my lap.
One of the good things about a foster-home is that the cat’s characters and needs become known. Now you know the sort of home Shasta must go to, and the sort that she can’t.