The cat may hate me for the entire afternoon.

Today the cat got to go to the vet. She doesn't mind the vet itself so much, but getting there and back is an exercise in cat torture. The box is no fun. The box in the car is even less fun. And then just as she's recovering she's back into the box and into the car again. Luckily now she is at home where she can hide, but I expect she's not talking to me for at least the rest of the afternoon.