You never know what’s going to set a cat off, I guess. Rizzo’s usually Mr. Unflappable, but when we took him for a walk on his harness in the snow, he decided that his beloved daddy jogging at him in a red jacket, kicking up snow, was the Beast from Places Better Left Unmentioned. And he FLIPPED. He reared and howled (*awful* sounds. I’ve never heard anything like it). He tried to run. I had to pick him up, because I was afraid he would hurt himself. I fully expected to be shredded, but he sort of played dead once I had him in my arms. I haven’t had the guts to try the harness again after that.

So I guess what I’m saying is that, as long as Boomer seems to be enjoying himself (or at least adapting well) in new situations, follow your instincts. It would be nice for both of you for him to be socialized as well as possible. But when it’s too much, he will let you KNOW, and you’d better have that carrier that CCL mentioned handy, or ELSE. Whew!

*Kissies* for Boomer, who reminds me of Marty, the first cat I ever loved!