He'd panic and pee/crap himself at the sight of it. Getting him into it involed trapping him in one room before bringing the carrier out of the store room, then one person grabbing him while the other brought the ready-opened carrier into the room and shoving him in before he had a chance to see what they had with them..... it was a real production number, I can tell you. No wonder his previous owner never took him to the vet.
We had all of that! I'm fine with that: we'll get the long claws sorted first next time.
I'm more worried about her state now: she's not come out from under the futon since we got her home, as far as we know. We think Ozzie ate her supper last night and she didn't appear for breakfast this morning.
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He'd panic and pee/crap himself at the sight of it. Getting him into it involed trapping him in one room before bringing the carrier out of the store room, then one person grabbing him while the other brought the ready-opened carrier into the room and shoving him in before he had a chance to see what they had with them..... it was a real production number, I can tell you. No wonder his previous owner never took him to the vet.
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I'm more worried about her state now: she's not come out from under the futon since we got her home, as far as we know. We think Ozzie ate her supper last night and she didn't appear for breakfast this morning.
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Was it a phobia about the cat carrier? Eg bad smell or associations with previous (non-vet) trips.
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I'll be using the even bigger crate next time: she won't recognise it and it's got a bigger door!
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