About mid day today, Mom came home to pick me up, and I spent the afternoon with her in the studio. After an initial sniff around at everything, I hunkered down under the couch for a couple of hours, then finally jumped up onto Mom's work table to give her a hand. Wow, it was just like old times ~ me trying to capture moving thread while Mom basted her latest quilt.
I really liked being there and can't wait to go again tomorrow. Even though I was under the couch, Mom talked to me all afternoon just as though she could see me. That made me feel wonderful, knowing how much I'm loved! Even the ride over to the studio and back wasn't so terrible. Mom put on my harness and leash, picked me up bodily and put me on the car seat, and away we went. I hardly even meowed! When we came home, she put me down on the ground and I walked up the stairs and into the house under my own steam (albeit attached to the leash).
I think this is going to work. Maybe I really don't need to be an outside cat anymore, at least the way it used to be.
I know I've still got to work on the middle-of-the-night thing, though. It's always something, isn't it!