TED visit

It was planned well. After breakfast, we would simply put each cat in its
carrier, (Edgar in the big carrier, Agatha in the small one) and take them
to the vet for a routine annual visit and rabies shot. The appointment was
for today at 11 am.

We knew we'd have to catch them first, but we'd done it before. We could do
it again.

The cats had other plans.

We easily caught Edgar (11 lbs, large, black, very sweet) , but he escaped
before we could put him in the carrier. After some coaxing and sweet words
(from me) he allowed me to get close to him, and I caught him again. This
time my wife and I made sure he was IN the carrier and the carrier zipped up
before I took away my hands.

We exhaled a sigh of relief, at which point Edgar ripped the zipper and
escaped again. Carrier was ruined, and Edgar was roaming the house.

My wife coaxed him onto his perch and grabbed him with a kitchen towel. This
time we "poured" him into the small carrier, had to shove his rear legs and
tail in after him, and zipped it up. Carrier was holding out. Edgar became
quiet.

Now to Agatha. She is sweet but no fool, and VERY suspicious. She had
escaped upstairs and had taken residence under our bed. We tried to coax her
out (fuggedeaboutit). We tried shooing her out with the noise she hates
most, that of a rustling plastic bag. She stayed put. My wife tried to push
her out with a broom. Zilch. She moved an inch, away from the reach of the
broom, and stayed put. Finally she escaped to then only open door, that of
the bathroom. She was TRAPPED. Quicky my wife got her with a towel, and we
put her into another carrier bag, one intended for human travel rather that
of cats. We zipped up the carrier. She was quiet for a brief moment, and
then within 10 seconds she managed tio open the velcro closure, and she was
out again.

We decided to take Edgar only and deal with Agatha next week. It's easier to
deal with one cat than two, and with a real carrier rather than a tote bag.
..

At the vet's Edgar was as sweet as he could be. He got his shot, he was
weighed, checked out, got a compliment for his lovely shiny coat and healthy
eyes, ears, mouth and heart, and then -- in the most docile manner -- simply
climbed back into the carrier for the trip home. AND the vet complimented
him for being so well behaved.

Next week: Agatha goes to the doctor. We hope.

Jay

"JJ" skrev i meddelandet
...
It was planned well. After breakfast, we would simply put each cat in its
carrier, (Edgar in the big carrier, Agatha in the small one) and take them
to the vet for a routine annual visit and rabies shot. The appointment was
for today at 11 am.

We knew we'd have to catch them first, but we'd done it before. We could
do it again.

The cats had other plans.

We easily caught Edgar (11 lbs, large, black, very sweet) , but he escaped
before we could put him in the carrier. After some coaxing and sweet words
(from me) he allowed me to get close to him, and I caught him again. This
time my wife and I made sure he was IN the carrier and the carrier zipped
up before I took away my hands.

We exhaled a sigh of relief, at which point Edgar ripped the zipper and
escaped again. Carrier was ruined, and Edgar was roaming the house.

My wife coaxed him onto his perch and grabbed him with a kitchen towel.
This time we "poured" him into the small carrier, had to shove his rear
legs and tail in after him, and zipped it up. Carrier was holding out.
Edgar became quiet.

Now to Agatha. She is sweet but no fool, and VERY suspicious. She had
escaped upstairs and had taken residence under our bed. We tried to coax
her out (fuggedeaboutit). We tried shooing her out with the noise she
hates most, that of a rustling plastic bag. She stayed put. My wife tried
to push her out with a broom. Zilch. She moved an inch, away from the
reach of the broom, and stayed put. Finally she escaped to then only open
door, that of the bathroom. She was TRAPPED. Quicky my wife got her with a
towel, and we put her into another carrier bag, one intended for human
travel rather that of cats. We zipped up the carrier. She was quiet for a
brief moment, and then within 10 seconds she managed tio open the velcro
closure, and she was out again.

We decided to take Edgar only and deal with Agatha next week. It's easier
to deal with one cat than two, and with a real carrier rather than a tote
bag. .

At the vet's Edgar was as sweet as he could be. He got his shot, he was
weighed, checked out, got a compliment for his lovely shiny coat and
healthy eyes, ears, mouth and heart, and then -- in the most docile
manner -- simply climbed back into the carrier for the trip home. AND the
vet complimented him for being so well behaved.

Next week: Agatha goes to the doctor. We hope.

Jay


LOL1
Elisabet

"JJ" wrote in message ...

It was planned well. After breakfast, we would simply put each cat in its
carrier, (Edgar in the big carrier, Agatha in the small one) and take them
to the vet for a routine annual visit and rabies shot. The appointment was
for today at 11 am.
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Jay

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Hilarious! I can picture every minute of it.

MaryL

On Saturday, April 20, 2013 6:05:48 PM UTC+1, JJ wrote:
It was planned well.

It may be but it never works out as planned. I still remember turning up at the vets with one cat having made the original appointment for two cats and having to make another appointment for Redunzel because we'd have been late by the time I would have managed to catch her.

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

"JJ" wrote in message ...
It was planned well. After breakfast, we would simply put each cat in its
carrier, (Edgar in the big carrier, Agatha in the small one) and take them
to the vet for a routine annual visit and rabies shot. The appointment was
for today at 11 am.

We knew we'd have to catch them first, but we'd done it before. We could
do it again.

The cats had other plans.

We easily caught Edgar (11 lbs, large, black, very sweet) , but he escaped
before we could put him in the carrier. After some coaxing and sweet words
(from me) he allowed me to get close to him, and I caught him again. This
time my wife and I made sure he was IN the carrier and the carrier zipped
up before I took away my hands.

We exhaled a sigh of relief, at which point Edgar ripped the zipper and
escaped again. Carrier was ruined, and Edgar was roaming the house.

My wife coaxed him onto his perch and grabbed him with a kitchen towel.
This time we "poured" him into the small carrier, had to shove his rear
legs and tail in after him, and zipped it up. Carrier was holding out.
Edgar became quiet.

Now to Agatha. She is sweet but no fool, and VERY suspicious. She had
escaped upstairs and had taken residence under our bed. We tried to coax
her out (fuggedeaboutit). We tried shooing her out with the noise she
hates most, that of a rustling plastic bag. She stayed put. My wife tried
to push her out with a broom. Zilch. She moved an inch, away from the
reach of the broom, and stayed put. Finally she escaped to then only open
door, that of the bathroom. She was TRAPPED. Quicky my wife got her with a
towel, and we put her into another carrier bag, one intended for human
travel rather that of cats. We zipped up the carrier. She was quiet for a
brief moment, and then within 10 seconds she managed tio open the velcro
closure, and she was out again.

We decided to take Edgar only and deal with Agatha next week. It's easier
to deal with one cat than two, and with a real carrier rather than a tote
bag. .

At the vet's Edgar was as sweet as he could be. He got his shot, he was
weighed, checked out, got a compliment for his lovely shiny coat and
healthy eyes, ears, mouth and heart, and then -- in the most docile
manner -- simply climbed back into the carrier for the trip home. AND the
vet complimented him for being so well behaved.

Next week: Agatha goes to the doctor. We hope.

Jay



jay I am sorry I am lol out over here. We all have been there one reason I
only use hard cases with locks. I had a couple escape artist like yours
till I learned my lesson

"Matthew" wrote in message
...

"JJ" wrote in message
...
It was planned well. After breakfast, we would simply put each cat in its
carrier, (Edgar in the big carrier, Agatha in the small one) and take
them to the vet for a routine annual visit and rabies shot. The
appointment was for today at 11 am.

We knew we'd have to catch them first, but we'd done it before. We could
do it again.

The cats had other plans.

We easily caught Edgar (11 lbs, large, black, very sweet) , but he
escaped before we could put him in the carrier. After some coaxing and
sweet words (from me) he allowed me to get close to him, and I caught him
again. This time my wife and I made sure he was IN the carrier and the
carrier zipped up before I took away my hands.

We exhaled a sigh of relief, at which point Edgar ripped the zipper and
escaped again. Carrier was ruined, and Edgar was roaming the house.

My wife coaxed him onto his perch and grabbed him with a kitchen towel.
This time we "poured" him into the small carrier, had to shove his rear
legs and tail in after him, and zipped it up. Carrier was holding out.
Edgar became quiet.

Now to Agatha. She is sweet but no fool, and VERY suspicious. She had
escaped upstairs and had taken residence under our bed. We tried to coax
her out (fuggedeaboutit). We tried shooing her out with the noise she
hates most, that of a rustling plastic bag. She stayed put. My wife tried
to push her out with a broom. Zilch. She moved an inch, away from the
reach of the broom, and stayed put. Finally she escaped to then only open
door, that of the bathroom. She was TRAPPED. Quicky my wife got her with
a towel, and we put her into another carrier bag, one intended for human
travel rather that of cats. We zipped up the carrier. She was quiet for a
brief moment, and then within 10 seconds she managed tio open the velcro
closure, and she was out again.

We decided to take Edgar only and deal with Agatha next week. It's easier
to deal with one cat than two, and with a real carrier rather than a tote
bag. .

At the vet's Edgar was as sweet as he could be. He got his shot, he was
weighed, checked out, got a compliment for his lovely shiny coat and
healthy eyes, ears, mouth and heart, and then -- in the most docile
manner -- simply climbed back into the carrier for the trip home. AND the
vet complimented him for being so well behaved.

Next week: Agatha goes to the doctor. We hope.

Jay



jay I am sorry I am lol out over here. We all have been there one reason
I only use hard cases with locks. I had a couple escape artist like yours
till I learned my lesson


Yeah, I was looking at cases on the internet and we'll probably get a hard
case also, to replace the one that Edgar destroyed today.

Jay

"JJ" wrote in message ...
"Matthew" wrote in message
...

"JJ" wrote in message
...
It was planned well. After breakfast, we would simply put each cat in
its carrier, (Edgar in the big carrier, Agatha in the small one) and
take them to the vet for a routine annual visit and rabies shot. The
appointment was for today at 11 am.

We knew we'd have to catch them first, but we'd done it before. We
could do it again.

The cats had other plans.

We easily caught Edgar (11 lbs, large, black, very sweet) , but he
escaped before we could put him in the carrier. After some coaxing and
sweet words (from me) he allowed me to get close to him, and I caught
him again. This time my wife and I made sure he was IN the carrier and
the carrier zipped up before I took away my hands.

We exhaled a sigh of relief, at which point Edgar ripped the zipper and
escaped again. Carrier was ruined, and Edgar was roaming the house.

My wife coaxed him onto his perch and grabbed him with a kitchen towel.
This time we "poured" him into the small carrier, had to shove his rear
legs and tail in after him, and zipped it up. Carrier was holding out.
Edgar became quiet.

Now to Agatha. She is sweet but no fool, and VERY suspicious. She had
escaped upstairs and had taken residence under our bed. We tried to coax
her out (fuggedeaboutit). We tried shooing her out with the noise she
hates most, that of a rustling plastic bag. She stayed put. My wife
tried to push her out with a broom. Zilch. She moved an inch, away from
the reach of the broom, and stayed put. Finally she escaped to then only
open door, that of the bathroom. She was TRAPPED. Quicky my wife got her
with a towel, and we put her into another carrier bag, one intended for
human travel rather that of cats. We zipped up the carrier. She was
quiet for a brief moment, and then within 10 seconds she managed tio
open the velcro closure, and she was out again.

We decided to take Edgar only and deal with Agatha next week. It's
easier to deal with one cat than two, and with a real carrier rather
than a tote bag. .

At the vet's Edgar was as sweet as he could be. He got his shot, he was
weighed, checked out, got a compliment for his lovely shiny coat and
healthy eyes, ears, mouth and heart, and then -- in the most docile
manner -- simply climbed back into the carrier for the trip home. AND
the vet complimented him for being so well behaved.

Next week: Agatha goes to the doctor. We hope.

Jay



jay I am sorry I am lol out over here. We all have been there one reason
I only use hard cases with locks. I had a couple escape artist like
yours till I learned my lesson


Yeah, I was looking at cases on the internet and we'll probably get a hard
case also, to replace the one that Edgar destroyed today.

Jay

Got a Wal-Mart nearby I got small ones called pet taxi that can hold a 15
pound cat with ease for about $15 I got a large one for about $25 designed
for a 40 pound fur ball

"Matthew" wrote in message
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"JJ" wrote in message
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"Matthew" wrote in message
...

"JJ" wrote in message
...
It was planned well. After breakfast, we would simply put each cat in
its carrier, (Edgar in the big carrier, Agatha in the small one) and
take them to the vet for a routine annual visit and rabies shot. The
appointment was for today at 11 am.

We knew we'd have to catch them first, but we'd done it before. We
could do it again.

The cats had other plans.

We easily caught Edgar (11 lbs, large, black, very sweet) , but he
escaped before we could put him in the carrier. After some coaxing and
sweet words (from me) he allowed me to get close to him, and I caught
him again. This time my wife and I made sure he was IN the carrier and
the carrier zipped up before I took away my hands.

We exhaled a sigh of relief, at which point Edgar ripped the zipper and
escaped again. Carrier was ruined, and Edgar was roaming the house.

My wife coaxed him onto his perch and grabbed him with a kitchen towel.
This time we "poured" him into the small carrier, had to shove his
rear legs and tail in after him, and zipped it up. Carrier was holding
out. Edgar became quiet.

Now to Agatha. She is sweet but no fool, and VERY suspicious. She had
escaped upstairs and had taken residence under our bed. We tried to
coax her out (fuggedeaboutit). We tried shooing her out with the noise
she hates most, that of a rustling plastic bag. She stayed put. My wife
tried to push her out with a broom. Zilch. She moved an inch, away from
the reach of the broom, and stayed put. Finally she escaped to then
only open door, that of the bathroom. She was TRAPPED. Quicky my wife
got her with a towel, and we put her into another carrier bag, one
intended for human travel rather that of cats. We zipped up the
carrier. She was quiet for a brief moment, and then within 10 seconds
she managed tio open the velcro closure, and she was out again.

We decided to take Edgar only and deal with Agatha next week. It's
easier to deal with one cat than two, and with a real carrier rather
than a tote bag. .

At the vet's Edgar was as sweet as he could be. He got his shot, he was
weighed, checked out, got a compliment for his lovely shiny coat and
healthy eyes, ears, mouth and heart, and then -- in the most docile
manner -- simply climbed back into the carrier for the trip home. AND
the vet complimented him for being so well behaved.

Next week: Agatha goes to the doctor. We hope.

Jay



jay I am sorry I am lol out over here. We all have been there one
reason I only use hard cases with locks. I had a couple escape artist
like yours till I learned my lesson


Yeah, I was looking at cases on the internet and we'll probably get a
hard case also, to replace the one that Edgar destroyed today.

Jay

Got a Wal-Mart nearby I got small ones called pet taxi that can hold a
15 pound cat with ease for about $15 I got a large one for about $25
designed for a 40 pound fur ball



Thanks!

Jay

JJ wrote:
It was planned well. After breakfast, we would simply put each cat in its
carrier, (Edgar in the big carrier, Agatha in the small one) and take them
to the vet for a routine annual visit and rabies shot. The appointment was
for today at 11 am.

We knew we'd have to catch them first, but we'd done it before. We could do
it again.

The cats had other plans.

We easily caught Edgar (11 lbs, large, black, very sweet) , but he escaped
before we could put him in the carrier. After some coaxing and sweet words
(from me) he allowed me to get close to him, and I caught him again. This
time my wife and I made sure he was IN the carrier and the carrier zipped up
before I took away my hands.

We exhaled a sigh of relief, at which point Edgar ripped the zipper and
escaped again. Carrier was ruined, and Edgar was roaming the house.

My wife coaxed him onto his perch and grabbed him with a kitchen towel. This
time we "poured" him into the small carrier, had to shove his rear legs and
tail in after him, and zipped it up. Carrier was holding out. Edgar became
quiet.

Now to Agatha. She is sweet but no fool, and VERY suspicious. She had
escaped upstairs and had taken residence under our bed. We tried to coax her
out (fuggedeaboutit). We tried shooing her out with the noise she hates
most, that of a rustling plastic bag. She stayed put. My wife tried to push
her out with a broom. Zilch. She moved an inch, away from the reach of the
broom, and stayed put. Finally she escaped to then only open door, that of
the bathroom. She was TRAPPED. Quicky my wife got her with a towel, and we
put her into another carrier bag, one intended for human travel rather that
of cats. We zipped up the carrier. She was quiet for a brief moment, and
then within 10 seconds she managed tio open the velcro closure, and she was
out again.

We decided to take Edgar only and deal with Agatha next week. It's easier to
deal with one cat than two, and with a real carrier rather than a tote bag.
.

At the vet's Edgar was as sweet as he could be. He got his shot, he was
weighed, checked out, got a compliment for his lovely shiny coat and healthy
eyes, ears, mouth and heart, and then -- in the most docile manner -- simply
climbed back into the carrier for the trip home. AND the vet complimented
him for being so well behaved.

Next week: Agatha goes to the doctor. We hope.

Jay

I KNEW there was a reason why I never bought a fabric carrier! (It may
be harder to "pour" a cat into a rigid "kennel cab" carrier, but once in
with the door securely latched, they can't get it open by themselves.)

"EvelynVogtGamble(Divamanque)" wrote:

I KNEW there was a reason why I never bought a fabric carrier! (It may
be harder to "pour" a cat into a rigid "kennel cab" carrier, but once in
with the door securely latched, they can't get it open by themselves.)

I don't find it that difficult to "pour" a cat into the hard plastic
carrier. I haven't tried a soft carrier, but that sounds a lot harder,
and that's not even including the problem of them being able to tear
it open and escape.

I take the hard carrier and stand it on its end, with the door open. Then I
grab the cat and lower him/her into the carrier. One hand is supporting
the cat, and the other has a grip on his/her nape of the neck. This helps
them calm down, become more docile and easier to manage. The nice part is
that gravity is doing a lot of the work!

--
Joyce

May the great galactic kitten always purr you to sleep.