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Originally Posted by poohbear_nc
Got to the vet - where Stella's favorite vet tech attempted to restrain her so that the vet could stain her cornea & look for scratches. My little darling sweet kitten transformed into a screaming, snarling, biting, scratching, flailing Tasmanian devil (yes I've seen real Tasmanian devils on YouTube - I know of what I speak). After catching Stella repeatedly as she attempted to vault over the tech's shoulder onto the top of the X-ray box, they finally surrendered and swathed her in a towel and wrestled the resulting "purrito" down onto the exam table.
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Now I love my cat even more
When we need to go to the vet, I put his basket on the ground with his favourite blankee. He gets in by himself, no problem at all. Then he gets to ride on the tram, where he gets lots of attention from other people who want to look at him. When the vet takes him out of the basket, he starts purring and bumping his head against her hand. Last time he was purring so loud, the vet couldn't listen to his heart or lungs. The only thing he really doesn't like is when she cuts his nails. He pulls away, but that's all he does. No snarling or fighting. Yep, I definitely love my cat