Mom’s two cats–Ozzie and Sweetie Pie–had to go to the vet’s for a checkup today. Ozzie was easy: he’s the size of an ordinary house cat; I just turn the cat carrier up on end, open the door, pick him up, and slide him in feet-first.
Sweetie Pie won’t fit into a cat carrier. Sweetie Pie won’t fit into an aircraft carrier. If she were a pumpkin, she would win first prize at the State Fair. If she were a science fiction character, she would be Jabba the Hutt. Or maybe the DeathStar. If she were a detective, she’d be Nero Wolfe. If she were a human, she’d be me.
So we had to wrestle her into a harness. Three times, because we kept getting it on wrong. Then we attached a leash to it and dragged her behind us like Epamanondus. She was not best pleased. She ejected breakfast from the front end on the way there, and from the back end on the way home. I was not best pleased.
WRITING PROMPT: Have a character take an animal to the vet.