Trapping

 Thursday got both cats to the vet for wellness checks and distemper shots.  Sat in the car with them, vet tech met me outside and took both in.  Eleanor in her harness, which has the effect of keeping her pretty docile.  As we waited she enjoyed the sun on the back seat and napped.  Zeppo was in the carrier wrapped in a small blanket. Because it was the only way I was able to secure him alone. Of course Dylan was working when this needed to happen, and after being off work so long and the difficulty of making the appointments, rescheduling either was out of the question. 

So. I closed as many doors as I could* and cornered him with the small throw blanket. He hissed, but once I held him he did not fight. I kissed his head and assured him he would be fine and would come back home. He made not a peep after that, our operatic cat.  Vet tech told me he was so scared, and he hid for an hour after coming home, but bounced back much quicker than previously. If anything, I think he was a bit braver by the next day.

Eleanor a little hesitant about getting in the harness to go out, but the lure of her spot in the garden was stronger.  She rolled on the sidewalk, then crept under the pushed-over sunflowers (to keep them from blocking the driveway) and stayed in her bower until I had to pick her up to go back inside. She got a good hour. 

*The House has lots of doorways, many probably had doors up to keep the heat trapped. Most of these are just open now, although we do have a number of spare doors. Mostly this is good, but makes trapping a skittish cat a bit of a challenge.