we were doing really well.
we're not doing so well now. there was an "incident" that involved a really good samaritan, and an attempt to go to the vet. there was blood. there was a lot of blood. (none of it momcat's by the way) and there was a doctors visit involved. and there was momcat climbing a window sash, screaming down like she was on fire. now momcat is firmly enconsed under one of the sofas -- i fear that all the progress i'd made is lost, the days of creeping up closer and closer, her letting me get within five feet of her.... the vet might have been a bad idea, but now the wheels are in motion. we're going to try once more, trapping her in a feral cage from morris animal rescue. if that doesn't work, i'm not sure where to go. one of the vets i talked to suggested a "rabies pole" -- which is a five foot pole with a noose at the end -- as the next-to-last resort, which would come with a vet tech and a hefty bill, and, of course, she'd never ever ever trust me.