By Jackie Deal
It’s a cat carrier, lets’ call it a “cat taxi”. Maybe Amber will like it better; right now she is highly suspicious. Really, it’s probably all my fault. I bought a cheap “Pet Taxi “at the thrift store and set it in the middle of the floor to let Amber get used to it. She ignored it. So I put some of her dearly beloved treats in it and left it. It was a side-opener and she cautiously reached in for the treats. Only her little black rump protruded and I thought I had it made. I gave her a quick thump in and she exploded. Straight up into the air and came down running. When she caught her breath those amber eyes glared at me. From then on she wouldn’t touch the Pet Taxi.
I finally decided I needed a top-opening carrier so I ordered one. It came. Cute, light weight. I dropped a few treats in it and left it in the middle of the floor. Amber regarded it with jaundiced eyes and avoided it. I laid it on its side and put a few treats in it. We’re biding our time now, no rush, no push but come on, Cat, I need to take you to get your toenails trimmed. I need to get you used to riding in a car. Why are you so suspicious? You have your own plush little taxi with a cushy floor and well-ventilated sides. What more do you need?
In a few days I’ll try to plop her into the carrier and close it quick before she escapes. If you walk by and hear a growling, yowling cat, don’t fret. I’m not torturing her; I only want to be her taxi driver.