Back at the sharp end of Animalcouriers, R takes Sebastian the cat to the vet for his pre-flight check. Sebastian, who has decided he has had quite enough of humans messing him around, hisses, grimbles and strikes out at having his personal space interfered with. It takes three people, gloves, towels and lots of patience.

Sebastian’s lovely owner emailed asking how it all went (she knows things we don’t).

L writes back: “Thank you for your email. Yes the vet check was fine although I think everyone is slightly taken back by just how angry Sebastian is!”

Owner writes back: “Sorry about Sebastian. Yeah, he’s pretty much a pain. We have to tell everybody, ‘No, really, he’s very sweet to *us*.’

[sigh] He just decided when he was about 4 that he had met all the people he ever needed to meet, so everybody since then has been an enemy. 🙁 We’ve taken him to a kitty shrink and everything. He was diagnosed with fear-aggression syndrome. Apparently, that’s essentially the feline version of paranoid psychosis. So we have an honest-to-god diagnosed psychotic kitty. Anyway, thank you for putting up with him. I truly am sorry about the hassle. You guys have been great to work with. Hopefully Sebastian will be out of your hair soon…”

Sebastian has been carefully passed onto the airline with a health and safety warning and is now on his way.

“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
— from Alice in Wonderland