We have had Mini for about four years now and decided, after being bit by the heifer more times than we care to count, that we should bring her in for her shots.
We went to Target, bought her a soft kitty carrier, planned out the vaccination day, and woke up early (9 am on a Saturday, eek the horror) to bring the rabid monster to get injected.
Now, I wasn't expecting it to be an easy task, getting her into the carrier, but I didn't realize it would be impossible.
Try 1 Plan:
I hold open the bag, prep to zipper, J picks her up and puts her inside.
Try 1 Result:
As soon as her head was in that thing she flipped the eff out and used all her power to get out of that torture device.
Mini 1, Us 0
Try 2 Plan:
Zip it up 1/2 way and I would quickly zip it.
Try 2 Result:
Smart kitty, she's catching on and she'll be damned if she makes it in there without some bloodshed. I get snagged in the finger by her talons.
Mini 2, Us 0
Try 3 Plan:
Wrap her in a towel to cover the claws, then throw her in the bag. No more Ms. Nice Pet Owner
Try 3 Result:
J got a snag on his palm and Mini keeps running away, then coming back full or piss & vinegar with a "I DARE YOU to try it again beotch" look on her face.
Mini 3, Us 0
Last resort:
Bribe her with her food bowl in the bag, seeing as she's a cow and her entire existence revolves around feeding time.
Last resort result:
She sniffed it, looked at us, turned her back on the whole situation, and then went to groom herself.
Mini 4, Us 0
We didn't get to the vet.
I must say, in her honor, she didn't try to bite us or scratch us, we merely got in the way of her desperate fighting to not go in the bag, had this been a year ago she would've slit our throats and eaten us as Meow Mix for the next week.
For the next hour she sat there looking at us with this expression that was a mix of confused and betrayed as if saying "Why are you trying to force me into that awful little bag? All I ever did was love you, I don't understand".
Seriously, that was the face, I wish I had taken a picture.
Cats are so manipulative. We spent the rest of the day giving her pets and hugs like we did something terrible to her by trying to keep her alive and healthy.
Suckers.
Little does she know we're trying again on 2/7 and next time it's a plastic carrier with a door.
Bring it Mini. Game on.
We went to Target, bought her a soft kitty carrier, planned out the vaccination day, and woke up early (9 am on a Saturday, eek the horror) to bring the rabid monster to get injected.
Now, I wasn't expecting it to be an easy task, getting her into the carrier, but I didn't realize it would be impossible.
Try 1 Plan:
I hold open the bag, prep to zipper, J picks her up and puts her inside.
Try 1 Result:
As soon as her head was in that thing she flipped the eff out and used all her power to get out of that torture device.
Mini 1, Us 0
Try 2 Plan:
Zip it up 1/2 way and I would quickly zip it.
Try 2 Result:
Smart kitty, she's catching on and she'll be damned if she makes it in there without some bloodshed. I get snagged in the finger by her talons.
Mini 2, Us 0
Try 3 Plan:
Wrap her in a towel to cover the claws, then throw her in the bag. No more Ms. Nice Pet Owner
Try 3 Result:
J got a snag on his palm and Mini keeps running away, then coming back full or piss & vinegar with a "I DARE YOU to try it again beotch" look on her face.
Mini 3, Us 0
Last resort:
Bribe her with her food bowl in the bag, seeing as she's a cow and her entire existence revolves around feeding time.
Last resort result:
She sniffed it, looked at us, turned her back on the whole situation, and then went to groom herself.
Mini 4, Us 0
We didn't get to the vet.
I must say, in her honor, she didn't try to bite us or scratch us, we merely got in the way of her desperate fighting to not go in the bag, had this been a year ago she would've slit our throats and eaten us as Meow Mix for the next week.
For the next hour she sat there looking at us with this expression that was a mix of confused and betrayed as if saying "Why are you trying to force me into that awful little bag? All I ever did was love you, I don't understand".
Seriously, that was the face, I wish I had taken a picture.
Cats are so manipulative. We spent the rest of the day giving her pets and hugs like we did something terrible to her by trying to keep her alive and healthy.
Suckers.
Little does she know we're trying again on 2/7 and next time it's a plastic carrier with a door.
Bring it Mini. Game on.
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