This evening is going to be a study in patience.
I have to take Meera to the vet for his annual vaccine and it's no joke trying to put him into small spaces because he can meow himself to death!!
The most polite cat of all turns into this pcp driven maniac when he has to be held or caught or put into any sort of enclosure.
His stray soul turns him into this lunatic that rather tear his own nails against the confines of the cage than actually get into the cage.
For the purpose I have now bought him booties and a small net enclosure into which I can roll him like a burrito and carry him.
It's his nerve wracking screams that tend to hurt the most.
I almost feel like I'm taking him to the slaughter when it's just a small jab.
I mean the cat squeals like a pig on loudspeaker. It riles up my other cats and they begin meowing and surrounding me to see what is it that I'm up to and they try to rescue him by meowing their protest.
It's a regular jungle in here then.
But yes I'm now going to start putting his booties on him and I pray to all cat spirits to let me get this done with ASAP.
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