I found Zelda yesterday when she finally came up to the house. Of course, I immediately grabbed her (gently, of course) and put her in our basement so she can't pull a disappearing act again. She can't come into the house as my house cat Dixie is queen over everything and doesn't take well to interlopers.
Unfortunately, Zelda's skin condition has worsened and I can tell she's extremely miserable. It has gotten so bad that I began worrying that it's terminal. However, I pulled myself out of that funk and decided it couldn't be that dire. I went ahead with some practical steps to help the poor creature, which included bathing her with the medicated shampoo provided by the vet. I was nervous about doing that as I felt it would be akin to me trying to commit suicide what with her sharp claws and fangs. Although she didn't like it, she was fairly cooperative for a cat. I think she sensed that I was trying to make her feel better.
We have a vet appointment this morning, so I'll be doing another follow up post. I'm hoping and praying for the best. I'm looking forward to Zelda's beautiful grey coat being restored to it's previous splendor.