"She doesn't like getting her temperature taken.... you'll need help - she fights" I tell her, giving her fair warning.
"What if I just sneak it in?" She asks. She is after all the expert, she deals with cats all day long.
"Um, you'll need help." I warn her again... she's new, she's never seen the likes of Sally.
I don't blame them, the vets. She's so pretty, a bit pudgy. Who would know, just by looking at her, that under her feathery whiskers hides a mouth of pearly-white daggers?
Who would think that her four fluffy little white paws were merely sheaths for 20 machete-like claws?
Poor vet techs... they didn't stand a chance. They still don't know what her temperature is.