It just seems that way.  We’ve been troubled about Rossie’s reluctance to assimilate with us.  She likes to be near us for a good part of the day, but she doesn’t like to be handled. From day-to-day, this is not a problem.  We’re perfectly willing to respect her preference.

It becomes a problem when we need to transition to San Antonio or back.  We don’t want to leave her home alone.  We want her to travel with us.  If I thought she’d get lonesome and be happy to see us when we got back, I’d try that, but I’m afraid it will isolate her more from us, and that’s not so good.  Last time we transitioned, she wasn’t leaving the main floor much, so when Mr. L came downstairs, he found her in the carrier and closed her in.  When we transitioned back, when I got up, I captured one of the Bengal girls, tossed her in Rossie’s carrier (where she happened to be resting), and I closed the door.  Easy as can be.

Lately, though, Rossie has extended her range throughout the house, and it’s less certain where she’ll be taking refuge, and she’s been impossible to catch (since Mr. L caught her on Revolution day, and she got her dose of medicine just like the other cats).  We need to go to San Antonio again, and I’m concerned about how we’ll catch her.

As I’ve been typing this, a thought occurred to me. I put Rossie’s carrier in the back porch closet with the other cat carriers (when you have eight, you have to put them somewhere).  I need to bring her carrier back in and give her refuge back to her.  Oops.