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The ordeal of the week was to take the cats to the vet as noted in the vote question. The trip was actually pretty straight forward. I fed the cats in the morning and then gave them a cuddle. After that I rattled the treat box and walked into William's bedroom. The cats obediently followed me. I dropped a couple of treats on the floor, then as fast as I could, grabbed little girl and put her in her carrier and then grabbed him and put him in his. They were in their respective carriers before they knew what was going one.

Poor little girl was nervous as anything. He was making a racket, but I think most of that was because he didn't like the vehicle motion. In the vets itself, they tried to distract the cats with food. I told them that he was the definition of curiosity killed the cat and they'd have no problem, but she was the definition of scaredy cat and would not be distracted by food. I was right - they put the food on the end of a spatula. It looked like peanut butter and was intended for them to lick off. She sniffed it and ignore it. She then climbed out of the carrier and the vet said she wasn't that shy, but then all she tried to do was get into his carrier to be with him. When she couldn't get in, she just laid on top. They did their thing and then put her back. They opened his carrier and the head popped out to get all the fusses. He just purred away happily. They then gave him the treat to try and they now need a new spatula. I'm just glad the vet had moved her fingers away from food.

So, the next day (Thursday), I fed the cats in the morning and he disappeared. I looked for him and yeah ... he'd put himself in the carrier ready for another adventure.



I don't think there's going to be much trouble getting him to the vets, although they did warn me that he's going to be a very big cat. I figured that when he outgrows his carrier, rather than buy a new one, I'm just going to get a saddle. I can probably make a few bob selling rides to the local kids.