Yesterday's visit to the vet went,

well, OK. The actual vet visit and the drive that is. The getting Oribel into her carrier part, not so well. It took ten minutes and a fair amount of flying fur to finally get her into it. (For as much as she likes her kitty treats, they are not to be eaten in a carrier it would seem. Nor is there to be any tricking her.) Next time I might just use Sadie's puppy carrier. Oribel made a little bit of noise at me once I had her in and the door closed, but she was very quite on the drive to the vet. (Not that she is a very talkative cat to start with, but I once had a cat that only made noise in the car or when the electric typewriter was turned on. Other than that, he never talked at all.)
Of course, once she was at the vet and the door to the carrier was opened, she wasn't in any rush to get out.

 

Once they removed her from the carrier to torment her with scales, clippers, and a blood draw, she tried to make herself small and flat. (I am not sure if the fur she kept leaking during the whole experience was supposed to help make her smaller or something else. This is just a small sampling of what she left on the table. It doesn't include any of the stuff at home, in her carrier, all over me or any of the personnel that got to hold her. I am surprised she has much left, for all that was everywhere else.)

 

Then she thought about seeing if she could climb part of the exam table to escape all the mistreatment. (For some funny reason that didn't work out very well.)

 

All in all, she got a clean bill of health, with comments about how tiny she is (a whopping 6.4 pounds), how long and sharp her claws were before their clipping, how beautiful and white her teeth are (no comments on how sharp, because it would seem that she keeps then to herself when away from home). The vet also commented on how beautiful, soft, and thick her fur is (well, it was thicker before we came, I am sure), and she also mentioned how long and amazing her whisker are.
Of course, everyone that saw her, from the check-in folks, the guy that took her picture for her file, the technicians, to the vet, all commented on how absolutely beautiful she is. Yes, she is, when she doesn't have her teeth sunk into your ankle or arm.

Then it was time to put her back into her carrier, which she didn't think was any better of an idea with the vet doing it in an exam room than me doing it at home. (Fortunately, I didn't have to stuff her in there to go home.)
Once she was in there and we were waiting for the results of one last test, she decided to let me know what she thought of this whole process.

 

But then she must have decided it wasn't such a good idea to not be able to see what I was up to, so she turned back around and went to the back of her carrier, out of my reach.


Apparently all was forgiven when we got home, as she was willing to take a few kitty treats from me and get her ears and chin scratched. (Sadie did find an uneaten kitty treat in the carrier when she came in the house. I guess I was informed of the proper and improper ways to dispense treats.)