My husband's church (Anglican) does a blessing of the animals service every year at this time. This year he wanted to take part with our two. So, on with harnesses, into the carriers (without the leashes attached) and off to the service we went. When we arrived we left the carriers in a corner, attached the leashes, and found a place to sit.
Sandy spent most of the service climbing up on the back of the pew and walking along the top. She got a bit miffed at not being allowed to jump to the next row, but was mainly pretty laid back. Everyone made a fuss of her.
Saxon touched noses with a couple of dogs, stretched out and rolled over on his back on the carpet in the aisle, and kept attempting to explore. So, I took him outside for a lap around the building to keep him occupied until the actual blessing part started. Then I got him back inside just in time, and picked him up to carry him down the aisle. He squirmed, pushed against my face with all four paws, wriggled constantly, and it was generally like carrying a large furry octopus. A very heavy furry octopus.
I put him back down on the floor for the actual blessing part, and once the minister was finished, he was finally able to turn around and go barreling back down the aisle for the open doors at the other end of the church, dragging me behind him. An attempt to touch noses with the only other cat in the place didn't go well - he got hissed at - so I took him back outside for another lap around the building. After staring down some pigeons, rolling on the asphalt, spray marking one of the shrubs, and dragging me over to a cedar tree full of twittery little birds of some kind, he was finally read to go back in.
If we ever do this again, I think I'll suggest that we go very early so that they can get the exploration out of their systems before the actual service starts. Not that that will likely slow Saxon down. He's a handful, but he's my handful and I wouldn't change a thing about him.