Back in the 70’s my sister and I took her car to the vet to be neutered. We took him out of the carrier and the vet casually picked him up. I told him that the car was very strong, and he might want to hold him more securely. He told me, “Don’t worry, I AM a vet, I know what I’m doing.” He carried the cat into the back room. We heard a lot of noise and yelling. A few minutes later the vet came out with huge scratches and claw marks on his arm. They had a dog that was allowed to roam around in the back room, and our cat did not like that. My sister and I waited til we got out to the car and then we laughed until we cried.
The cat was very strong, not the car…