The Wild One
This morning as I was giving Wild One her next dose of medicated food, she leaped over my head, cleared the door and took off for the woods. 
At least she was able to get several days of doctored food to stop the infection. I am sad, because yesterday she allowed me to touch her back just briefly. I was trying to force contact because she is in need of a vet visit. I have set out the traps again, but doubt she will make that mistake again. Chances are, I will never see her again. Cats don’t remember the good things we do, but they never forget the bad, and for her, captivity was the worst.