Today we visited the vet. I popped a cat into the carrier (or rather he hopped in himself). Mum took it out to the car, then came steaming back, waving her hands about. When she could speak, she said “that was the WRONG cat!”
She turned on her heel, hastened to the car and brought back the carrier. We removed an Oriental cat (Sharky) and replaced him with a Siamese cat (Fusspot).
Both cats were annoyed by the swop… Fusspot because he didn’t want to go to the vet, and Sharky because he did.