Well… where to begin on the SAAAAGA of “a little trip to the vet”?
A regular morning, no differences that *I* could tell in my behaviour. Then when I came around the corner to pick up Princess (to put her in the UNmoved kitty carrier) she instantly became “snake belly cat”… (more on that another time).
To make a long story short she evaded capture and postponed the trip to the vet. When I returned home later her tension at having me in the same room as her was only possible to deal with by going and RUNNNNNNNING (partially) in the wheel.
But I couldn’t get around to see her front (she would jump off and scurry away) all I could get was this.
Till evening when suddenly we were friends again (but only after LOTS of running in the wheel).
Poor Sweet Kitty. Sometimes being smart is a tremendous disadvantage.