You see, we can't cut Kilroy's nails. He won't let us. So when we discovered that he needed an injection for worms (You don't want to know), I requested the vet handle it.
Appointment set, I took down the cat carrier from the closet and onto the desk, rested up, placed one of Melissa's gloves in the carrier (one of Kilroy's favorites), then picked up our sweet, sleepy cat.
He remained so until I got him half way into the carrier.
