I got the carrier out to take my sweet orange boy, Henry Lee to the vet (I thought the name sounded "southern"; he was a starving kitten trying to eat a piece of dirty french fry by a dumpster in Mississippi). He was my first positive kitty.
When all of my kitties saw the carrier, they all ran to hide behind one armchair. There was a "logjam" of kitties with Henry bringing up the rear. Although he was trying, he couldn't get in over or around the pile-up of kitties. I couldn't help laughing and said "Aha!" as I easily scooped him up and popped him in the carrier. Bonnie in WI
