Cats have a mind all their own. They just are not interested in my agenda or what’s good for them.

I’ve had no luck trapping anyone this week. Junior was on the porch last night, and he triggered the trap, but he was fast enough to escape before it caught him. He’d eaten all but the furthest bit of bait. He wouldn’t even consider going back in today.

Boomer and Walter have been around, but they’ve come mostly after dark.

Sneaky’s ears still seem to be bothering her, so we’re catching her each evening and bringing her inside to medicate her with another round of the medicine.

Rossie is in the cage, seemingly unhappy, but she was unhappy out of the cage. The night before last, I let her out, and she walked out and took refuge behind the trunk by the window. Last night, when I let her out, she took refuge where we couldn’t reach her and was not anxious to be caught. She’s getting medicine for her urinary tract infection, so I hope she’ll feel better soon in at least one area of her life.

I’ve ordered the cat bag and ThunderShirt. I don’t know if they will help or hinder her, but I’m going to give them a try. I remind myself when she was loose in the house, she spent most of her time hiding in a confined space, so her spending most of her time in the carrier inside the cage isn’t any different for her.

The other cats seem happier. So, this change has, in my view, resulted in a net improvement in the feline stress levels in the house. But we still have an apparently unhappy kitty, and we’ll continue working with her.