My late cat Princess would beg me to open the cage door everytime I took it out for her annual checkups the vet. She would relentlessly beg and meow, and I’d eventually open the door and she would walk right in. Hell, you could close the door and as long as there were toys and treats she wouldn’t complain. But, the second that cage was lifted up and carried into the car, she would realize that it wasn’t just some magic box with food and try to get out. As she moved around in the cage, one of her cat toys would roll and she’d calm down before her realization hit again.
She was truly the epitome of an orange cat…
Silly, cute cat. I’m sorry for your loss
why not bothThat’s the power of consent!
Don’t need money, don’t take fame. Don’t need no credit card to ride this
traincardboard boxWell, or the power of an opening at the top. We really need more data to confirm.
I have a carrier that opens both in front and on top and I can confirm: it’s not the placement of the opening
