Am I worried about moving house? Yes, a bit.
I worry that my sale might break down before completion.
I worry that I won't be able to buy the house I want.
I worry that my friends won't forgive me for moving away.
I worry that they will grow distant with time.
But mostly, I worry about Hamish. In the 17 months that he has lived with me, he has never been picked up, let alone placed in a carrier and taken to the vet for vaccinations and microchipping. I swear he can read my thoughts ("Hamish is asleep on my bed; his collar is next to us both. Maybe I can get his collar on... no, he's just sprinted down the stairs....")
Even being looked at through the window is enough to make him flit out of sight.
How I am going to catch this most wary of little cats in order to travel to our new home is something that keeps me awake at night.
So we're back to last year's preparation for entrapment: Hamish's bed inside the puppy crate. He still flees if I get too close.
Next step will be to cover it with a blanket, then to close the door a little more each day till he is used to a narrower opening to get in and out.
And then, Heath-Robinson style, I will rig up some kind of door-pusher so that I can close the door at a distance... I will need to practice when he is outside and can't see me, but I bet he will know....
Edit: Some of you have mentioned sedation. It's possible, but my vet insists on examining any animal before he agrees to sedating it. The problem with this is obvious. (And I hate the idea of it.)
Rescue Remedy will certainly be tried, although it hasn't worked before.
Feliway will also be used.
But I fear that Isabelle's suggestion of Low Cunning and a degree of ferocity of spirit is going to win the battle.... I just hope I'm on the winning side.