||[Oct. 29th, 2007|10:55 am]
Soooo last week I had to take Grimmie to the vet and she's usually pretty good about it, so I picked her up and tried to put her in her wee cat carrier which was on the floor. Let me tell you she REALLY did not want to go in-- sort of a "No no no no NO NO no no--" action going on. But I've been around cats and I know that all ya gotta do is smoosh hard enough and they'll go in, so I unlocked her paws from the door and smooshed her in, pushed the door shut and locked it. Then I picked up my keys and proceeded to pick up the cat carrier and I was like OMG HEAVY TON OF BRICKS WTF. I could barely lift the damn thing! Grimmie is a featherweight herself so I leaned over to see wtf was going on and both Grimmie AND Tonks had their faces smushed up against the door.
Note to self, check to see if any other cats are napping in cat carrier before smooshing in another one.
It ended pretty well, though, all things considered.