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Yesterday was a highly eventful day. I had to take Merlin back to the vet (although I actually didn't...they screwed up and all we needed was a refill on meds, so the whole following mess could have been avoided). Last time, this meant three hours of trying to wrestle the kitty into the carrier on the hottest day we had had so far (this because the stupid used carrier we had didn't open on the top, and I had never had experience in doing this by myself). So, Dan had gone out and bought a soft travel carrier that opens on the top and side, and that I can wear like a bag (we will not go into how bad I hurt myself trying to carry that other hulking monstrosity.) So far, so good.
So, I am able to easily pick up the kitty and put him in the carrier. Wow. I didn't think it could be that easy. Zipped everything up, locked the parts to be locked, and walked off to get the remaining cookies off the baking sheet to cool before I left. As I'm doing this, I look over to watch Merlin calmly walk past the kitchen into the bedroom.
Ok, hi, Merlin. Do-ti-do-ti do. Wait a second...Merlin!?
He had calmly opened the zipper from the inside of the carrier. This time he was prepared for me, and I had to get him out from under the bed. I did, and got him back into the carrier, with the zipper clipped to the bag. I saw him try to get out, but he only seemed able to unzip it enough to stick his nose out. I zipped it up, and retired to the bathroom before leaving. At which point I heard him enter the bedroom.
Grrr.
Then Merlin learned that the bed can move, so hiding in the center wouldn't work. I tied the zipper shut, and immediately picked up the bag and left. We had no more problems.
Sheesh. Maybe we should have named him Houdini. The vet was impressed by my story.
So, I am able to easily pick up the kitty and put him in the carrier. Wow. I didn't think it could be that easy. Zipped everything up, locked the parts to be locked, and walked off to get the remaining cookies off the baking sheet to cool before I left. As I'm doing this, I look over to watch Merlin calmly walk past the kitchen into the bedroom.
Ok, hi, Merlin. Do-ti-do-ti do. Wait a second...Merlin!?
He had calmly opened the zipper from the inside of the carrier. This time he was prepared for me, and I had to get him out from under the bed. I did, and got him back into the carrier, with the zipper clipped to the bag. I saw him try to get out, but he only seemed able to unzip it enough to stick his nose out. I zipped it up, and retired to the bathroom before leaving. At which point I heard him enter the bedroom.
Grrr.
Then Merlin learned that the bed can move, so hiding in the center wouldn't work. I tied the zipper shut, and immediately picked up the bag and left. We had no more problems.
Sheesh. Maybe we should have named him Houdini. The vet was impressed by my story.
