On Saturday afternoon, Miss Molly went off to PetSmart. After I had failed at getting her into a carrier on Friday, the foster coordinator came out to the house to get Molly.
And SHE couldn't get Molly into the carrier. And I have to admit, I was a leetle bit relieved, because at least I know it wasn't just me. The FC finally had to scruff Molly - pick her up by the scruff of the neck - and deposit her directly down into the tipped-up carrier to get her in.
Poor Molly! But she's off at PetSmart to find her new home, so that's a good thing.
And goodness knows that in foster care, they never take away one cat without bringing in another ...
Meet Itty Bitty.