Kiba, that sounds like the sort of thing that works perfectly in theory, but in practice - at least with my cats - would fall apart immediately. They'd flee the carrier before I got the towel anywhere near them! I've been putting the carrier against a solid thing, putting the cat between my knees in front of the open door, and basically moving him forward until he has nowhere else to go but in. They complain but so far none has scratched me (much). They are good boys; they don't set out to scratch me but sometimes in the flailing I get caught. I find wearing a denim jacket and gardening gloves helps. Percy is the worst; he doesn't just not like it, he's really really scared of it. My attempt to habituate him to the carrier didn't work; it's like trying to habituate me to alligators. Wherever they are, I am not going to willingly be for more than a moment. Poor kitty, I wonder what happened to him before he got me.

I just grab the cats and stuff them in their respective carriers. The only real danger is getting a hernia from picking up Toke, since she weighs about 600 pounds.

I have found that I can Advantage the cats more easily if I don't hold them down to do it. I sneak up on them while they are eating or sleeping and squeeze a dose onto the back of their heads before they know what hit them. They don't love it, but by the time they want to run away it's all over.

Been a while since I stuffed them into a carrier, I think at this point they are just getting old and have less fight in them. Or less strength.

We left the carrier out behind the Big Chair in the living room, and we kept all the cat's toys in there. We tried him with a hard carrier and it freaked him out so bad we switched to a soft carrier. He still didn't like it, but he felt more secure with the strap worn cross-body and the carrier under my arm, with it--and him--snugged against my hip. Getting him into it was easy, as the top zipped open, and so did one end, so you could choose the simplest for whatever circumstance.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Sox!

Happy belated Birthday, sarameg!

I can get Jackson into the carrier since he's so eager to get down from being held that he'll dart into it to get away from me. But the one time I put Molly in a carrier she bit me hard enough to draw blood through leather gloves. She's only going back to the vet if she's too sick and weak to put up a fight.

The soft carrier that unzips in three places does seem easier than the hard carrier, although securing everything with the cat inside can be challenging.

Everything I've seen made to transport cats seems to imagine that the cat will be staying still, not turning into a frantic flying ball of claws and teeth. For creatures that love to hide in small dark places, boxes with doors on them shouldn't be DOOM.

I just got a voicemail from that IRS imposter scam where they say the IRS is filing a lawsuit against you.

Hilariously, someone I sort of know from the internet (we've done a couple of group things together, but I don't think we've ever had one-on-one interaction) just emailed me about seeing Magic Mike, and I was like, "Did you mean to send this to me?" And she did. Heh.