The Saga of bringing Cookie to the Vet

One of my mom's cats, 小小 had an open wound near his anus. And so, on last Sunday, My mom and I decided to bring him to a vet.

Since I would be going to the vet anyway, I might as well bring Cookie along for a check-up right?

The plan seemed easy enough, Cookie would have her usual morning snack at 10 am (yup, her usual breakfast is a 6.30 am), and after that I would just coax her into the carrier and off we go to the Vet.

It didn't happen like that. Ok, it did until the part when I was supposed to coax her into the carrier.

I borrowed the carrier from my neighbour, and placed it on the floor. Cookie was curious at first and was sniffing it, wondering what the hell it was. I used her fav toy and almost got her into the carrier when she suddenly became suspicious and turned 180 degrees!

Damn, I lost my patience and grabbed her, wanted to push her into the carrier in "one swift action". Cookie turned into this demonic creature full of claws, fangs and hisses, and she was smart enough to use her front paws to push herself against the entrance of the carrier, twisted out of my hands and swiftly jumped away!

Then came the part when I chased her around the flat and she ended up being stressed and pissed. Everytime I approached her, she would just hiss and run away. I even asked my neighbours for help, all 4 adults still couldnt handle her and one of my neighbours ended up being scratched by her. As for me, I was wearing rubber gloves, so no scratches for me. Heh Heh.

After 20 mins of huffing and puffing, we gave up. I was late for 小小's appointment with the vet already, and simply did not have the time to chase this stupid cat around.

In defeat, I let her out of the house. Before she left, she turned around and looked at me in distaste, turned her nose up in the air and calmly walked away.

Argh. This cat is freaking killing me!