Tuesday is Take Your Cat to the Vet Day.
While some of the trip and the experience is not pleasant for cats, here are some of the good things that happen when cats go to the vet.
My first trip to see a vet was when I was spayed. That meant I didn't have to worry about kittens, or having kittens, or taking care of kittens, or the mean tom from down the road wanting to give me kittens, or what will happen to my kittens. Come to think of it, I don't like kittens much anymore. The cat who we think was my grandmother died from complications of having kittens, as did Truffles and Inky's mama.
The next time I went to the vet, the vet gave me (well, my human applied it) something to get rid of the ticks. I hate ticks. I hated when my human had to take a tick off so much... that I couldn't even sit there when he talked about taking ticks off other cats. So getting rid of those ticks was a good thing.
Then I had something where I was dragging my behind after using the litter box. He took me to one vet who had a cat (it was a rainy morning), but that vet had to go to some farm. So we went to another vet, and they had a cat too. I got better.
The next time I went to the vet it was because I wasn't letting my human sleep. That vet, a nice lady, told him to play with me before bed, and make me hunt for my food during the day. That helps, and I don't think 2:30 am is playtime anymore. Unless he stays up too late.
This vet lady doesn't even make me get out of the carrier all the time. She has two or three kitties that live at the clinic (which is it, Binx?), and she offers nice treats to the kitties she examines. Well, some kitties like them. And there are places in the exam room where I can explore, and sometimes even hide.
So I guess going to the vet is not such a bad thing.