Thanks for the spa goodie - I really did need a break after rotating the kits into the vet. I took them 2 at a time - first the older, more companionable ones - then the skittish ones. Caught the semi-feral one fairly easily, but the less overtly friendly one (only sits near me on HIS terms), did not want to come out from under the bed. He clawed & bit my hand, but luckily only shallow scrapes. After getting them back from the vet, Starkist came up to me like nothing had happened. "OK, Starky, here's a head rub. Want to come up into my lap? OK, run away ..."