The current bit of good news is that Ginger finally is cone free. Even better, her house arrest is over, so she is once again able to roam around the property, and can accompany me while I'm Scooby-Dooing around the grounds at night. Just last night, I would have to coax her into one room with a bit of kibble, then close the intervening door so I could slip outside from the other room. Now, I can leave the door open without a care, and she can survey her domain:
I must note that Ginger has been a very patient patient throughout this entire bit of unpleasantness. It was a rough month for her, as she is a curious, active cat, but she made it through. On a nightly basis, she'd sit by the door, meowing, then yowling, to be let out, until I'd bribe her with a treat, but she'd settle down eventually.
Needless to say, we all spoiled her throughout her convalescence, and I imagine her spoiling will continue for a while longer. No amount of treats, though, is as valuable as the resumption of liberty.