Ginger was very reclusive from the start. She spent her first week with us in the back corner of a dark closet. She wanted nothing to do with us or anyone else, stayed far away from any open window, or closed window for that matter, but eventually let us show her where her food and toilet were. She would flinch anytime we reached out towards her, jumped off the bed to hide if we even just caught her eye. Obviously, she had been traumatized and mistreated somewhere in her past life.