I ended up having to get my moms cat in her crate again to take her to the vet to get the last of her shots and I only ended up with one long scratch on my belly. :/ Seriously, she is one crazy cat.
About ten minutes ago my mom left with her cat (which I don’t really like) to take her to the vet and get her spayed. (It should have been done a long time ago, but she was an inside cat and my mother didn’t think she needed to be fixed.) Anyways, my mom and sister had spent about 15 minutes trying to get her into the cat crate (I heard screaming and yelling) when they decided to come and get me to put her in. I didn’t really want to do it since they both were all scratched up and my sister was yelling about how she was pissed that she couldn’t wear a skirt for her date tonight.
So how much trouble did I have. It took me like 10 seconds to get her in. I got her from the corner from where she was hissing and held on to her back legs and fronts legs and put her right in. My mom and sister just looked at me and asked how’d I do that. Heh. To be fair though, the cat does have claws like xacto knives and she did do a number on them, but I thought it was kind of funny that I had no trouble whatsoever getting her in her crate when me and her don’t really even like each other.