Multiply that by two and you have me taking my cats to the vets. They start howling the moment I shut them in the hall (I've learned from experience that the only practical way to get them into the cat boxes is to shut them in somewhere where there's no furniture for them to hide behind - the problem is they now know what that means!), then I have the issue of how to get the cat boxes from the kitchen into the hall (cos I gotta open the door wide enough to get the boxes through and at the same time prevent a cat from squeezing through the gap and making a mad dash for the (locked - cos I ain't that stupid) catflap and braining itself!) and yeah, two hands to get one cat into a cat box, twice over, and then they sit and howl piteously the entire time they're in the box... as they're carried to the car, the entire (thank goodness, only 5 minute) drive to the vets, carrying them from the car to the vets and the entire time in the waiting room (I have to apologise to the other people waiting and tell them, "I'm sorry but they will do this the entire time we are here"!). The only time they stop is when they are carried into the exam room at which point they go very quiet and still in the hope that nobody will notice they are there! :lol:
And then the howling starts up again as soon as we carry them out of the exam room and lasts through payment at the reception, the walk back to the car, the drive home, and carrying the boxes back into the house. At which point the boxes are opened and they go straight behind the sofa and loftily ignore us for a few hours in punishment for our cruel treatment of them.
It's a joy. :/
And really, they are their own worst enemies. They end up spending more time in the noxes - howling - because I have to start trying to get them in the boxes way earlier than necessary in case I have problems getting them in. So they get to sit and howl in a box on the living room floor for 20 minutes before we even set off. :/
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Date: 2008-08-17 10:05 am (UTC)And then the howling starts up again as soon as we carry them out of the exam room and lasts through payment at the reception, the walk back to the car, the drive home, and carrying the boxes back into the house. At which point the boxes are opened and they go straight behind the sofa and loftily ignore us for a few hours in punishment for our cruel treatment of them.
It's a joy. :/
And really, they are their own worst enemies. They end up spending more time in the noxes - howling - because I have to start trying to get them in the boxes way earlier than necessary in case I have problems getting them in. So they get to sit and howl in a box on the living room floor for 20 minutes before we even set off. :/