Phoebe The Terror Cat

So, Phoebe went to the vet today. Not a good scene. First she was weighed and that went ok. She's 9 pounds, 3 ounces - healthy! Then, it went downhill. She jumped off the exam table. The vet tried to get her and if any of you are familiar with Phoebe you know what happened next - she started hissing. Then, of course, since the vet wasn't going to leave her alone - she needed her distemper and rabies shots - Phoebe started growling as well. After putting her back in the cage, bringing in an assistant, getting some huge leather gloves and a towel, Phoebe got her shots. At the end, the vet apologized for not doing the full exam - she wasn't able to look at Phoebe's teeth. I can't say that I blame her for not looking! We don't have to go back for a year. The vet said that she can give us a pill for Phoebe next time that will make her more docile. So, basically, Phoebe has to be on drugs to go to the vet!