We got Naima a year ago as a rescue cat. She was friendly and liked to be in someone’s lap most of the time. Then after some time, she got skittish, and we couldn’t even touch her. After determining that picking her up was a “NO NO” she began to let me pet her if she were on my bed. Gradually she would let me stroke her other places, and she loves to play. Recently she started jumping up on my chair and walking across my lap for about 30 seconds. At this point, I needed to take her to the vet for her annual shots.
She was lying peacefully on my bed, and my plan was to distract her by playing with her a little bit, and then swoop her up and put her in the cat carrier. I brought the carrier into my bathroom and opened the door. She heard that, and immediately became suspicious. She disappeared under the bed as soon as I entered the room.
I tried to tempt her out with her favorite toy, but that was futile. Both cats were under the bed. I got hold of one, but it was the wrong one. Then it was clear that Naima was my objective, and she’s really fast. I chased her around my desk, the curtains and the bed. I managed to close the bedroom door so she didn’t escape into the living room where there are WAY TOO MANY places to hide. I finally decided I had to get the robot vacuum cleaner to chase her out from under the bed. After about six tries, I got hold of her. By that time, she was totally stressed, and I was too.
She cried and panted alternately, all the way to the vet. When the doctor finally looked at her, even her little paws were wet. I didn’t know cats sweated through their paws. Fortunately, she was healthy, got her shots and claws are now shorter. She then cried all the way home, and I was glad to get her back in the house and let her out of the carrier. I then rushed off to another appointment.
When I returned, I started looking for the vacuum cleaner. It was not under the bed or under anything else. The cats were under my desk. After some time, I found it under the desk, and guess that Spiral had been lying on it.
Happily, after some hours Naima is speaking to me again and has even been up in my chair and lap for a few seconds. Hopefully all is forgiven, though she hasn’t been on my bed yet. I’ve promised her, only once a year will we go through this nightmare.