I don't have pictures of her because the blessing was in the church and I didn't find someone to take pix beforehand (I don't like photos during worship anyway). But she behaved in an exemplary fashion. I think a small (cat-appropriate) dose of a certain anxiety medicine helped considerably. (And a seat where she couldn't see the dogs. The side pews totally rock for this.) She curled up in her carrier and didn't climb me too much when we were in line to get blessed. She was fine with the children (all of whom wanted to pet her). She was ok when I took her out of the carrier during coffee hour and carried her around. The cat-friendly contingient of the parish admired her beauty. Rector got her cat fix, which she sorely needed.
She's been complaining at me non-stop since we got home but she was good during the service so I don't mind :D.
It's been a mixed week, some progress but more roadblocks, definitely a good bit of anxiety, and some hard thinking about some things. But I really liked seeing the dogs poking their (well behaved) noses out from the pews, and going up to the rail (I didn't subject Maggie to that) and the childrens' eyes lighting up. It's a foretaste of the Peaceable Kingdom.
It's also especially poignant to me this year after losing Maya, and Brigid (who was carried in procession during the service last year), and hearing of friends' losses, and especially all the sad stories about animals and the humans who wouldn't leave them, or who got seperated from them, in the hurricanes. I'm glad she's around.