Mom got me in the cage. Really, it was the only one she could wrangle me into.
It wasn't pretty, and claws and blood were involved, but in the end I was unceremoniously carted to the v-e-t.
His name is Dr Lewis and I am always a good girlcat for him.
I couldn't escape the shots, but I know I need those to stay a healthy cat.
Dr Lewis and Mom talked about giving me "tranks" to help me relax come M-word day. He wants Mom to "test them out first to see if they work." He says it isn't like the movies where I take something and "go limp." He says it takes three or four hours to work. He says on M-word day he wants me to take them with breakfast, so they can take effect while the guys fill the truck, then I won't be as stressed when I get to the new house. He thinks it's a good idea to get me into the bathroom while they pack up, and he wants me to go into a room that is all set up for me at the new place. I know that is what Mom wants too.
As for "trying it out first..." I am not sure about that.
Mom Lynne here...
Dr Lewis is very impressed with how tolerant Millie is of me and how she acts once she gets to his office. He thinks I have done very well learning how to get along with a feral cat, and earning her trust. "She's never going to be a lap cat," he said, "and she's always going to be wary, but look, she isn't hissing or trying to get off the table. And she's letting me pet her." When I told him how she gave me the business when I got back from vacation once, jumping onto the coffee table and meowing her frustration at me, then jumping back to the couch to get scritches, then jumping back to the coffee table to meow at me before finally settling down next to me, he thought it was hilarious. "REALLY? Well that just proves she really loves you."