SPEAKING OF.
I took my cat to work today because I was getting some work done on the house and didn't want him underfoot or getting freaked out and heading for the hills. I knew it was coming ahead of time, too, so I've had Feliway plugged in at my office for many days now in preparation.
He was good most of the day, but when it came time to leave, he had crawled under a very heavy, very bulky desk, and refused to come out. I tried coaxing with food and toys, nothing. I finally ended up having to drag him out with my hands, which ended up giving me multiple lacerations and getting literally sprayed all over with cat piss.
I did manage to get him back into his carrier, though, washed off all the blood and urine off my arms that I could, then drove home reeking like cat piss to do the world's least appealing load of laundry.
And now the little shit comes by to growl at me on occasion, like HE'S the one who got slashed up and peed on. Cat, I am THIS far from just crating you FOREVER.