George was supposed to be going to the vet for a flea jab tonight. Mother was under strict instructions to keep him in the back room so DH and I could catch him - no problem we thought...
After 15 minutes of trying to catch him we gave up. By that time George was howling and spitting, DH had a bruised ankle where the door to the cat basket had been kicked off and I was bleeding from various to my hands, wrist and leg!
How can one cat cause so much carnage?! I was firm when I tried to catch him - I walked up to him and just picked him up. Unfortunately his claws were attached to the arm of the chair and I he started kicking and wriggling when we tried to free them.
The vet trip has been postponed indefinitely as DH and I are off to Florida next week. I might wrestle a few alligators when I'm there - it couldn't be worse than trying to pick up George! Does anyone have any tips on how to pick him up so we can try again when we're back?