CAts (heh, do you see what I did there?)

[desperance]

My poor boys have been pierced and punctured and poisoned, chipped and vaxed and vaxed again. And have to go back for more in a fortnight. And the vet thinks I need to phone DEFRA to ask about an export certificate. And it has all cost me a horrible amount of money that of course I do not have, and now I need to go and hide for a while.

See, while I'm in the Silence Room, I actually can't phone DEFRA, now can I...?

[EtA: Barry, of course, was a good boy. He didn't want to go in his nasty box, but he did it eventually. Mac, on the other hand? Oh, lordie. I have never heard Mac hiss before. He was Very Cross Indeed. And thoroughly badly behaved.]

[EtA2: I left the nasty boxes out, on account of needing 'em again in a fortnight. Just went downstairs - and Barry is now inhabiting his. Apparently it's fine when he chooses to go in it. Sigh.]

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[spaceoperadiva]

The mysterious cat-whisperer people say that if you leave the boxes out all the time, the kitties will think of them as fun little kitty condos and you'll never have to struggle to get them in there. I've never been able to test this theory, but it might be worth a try.

[desperance]

On it. Thank you. (This is the theory I was hopefully creating, after having endured the Fuss this morning; it's nice to have it propounded from elsewhere.)