Last Monday was the day I dread EVERY year. Kristen had her yearly visit to the vet. Day of disaster. I really don't think any cat acts as bad as she does at the vet. The past two or three times I have taken Kristen to the vet, the Dr. has given me names and numbers of vets closer to my house. A nice way of saying, "we don't ever want to deal with her again." I took the hint. I took her right down the road last Monday. I told them about how the other vet had to use gloves and an armored blanket and call techs in for assistance. I heard them calling for help and I told them I would sit in lobby because it made me too nervous. I sat in the lobby and heard HORRIBLE sounds from Kristen. Sounds that would cause your heart to stop for a split second. Within 2 minutes, the tech was bringing Kristen out in her carrier. The Vet came out and explained that no exam was given. Kristen would not allow it. They managed to give her a shot ( I think through the car