Any time you want! Poor thing was confined in a cage in the vet’s office for six months, so she is still adjusting to limited freedom. I’ve tried not to give her sensory overload by keeping her in the bedroom, and this morning, she actually let me pet her, so there is progress.
I think the trip home in a box (cardboard carrier) traumatized her even more, so I’m trying to just give her a minimum of stimulation until she actually comes to me. Slow and sure. She will heal.
Shannon sympathizes with the litterbox-flap issue.
Speaking of catz, the Northern Mockingbird who lives in the Carolina Jasmine outside the kitchen door has been heard the last few mornings yelling, “Jake! Jake!” when the eponymous feline goes out to prowl the garden.