I have to take my cat to the vet every 2-3 weeks for blood tests, because he's old and had diabetes (it's abated since going on a diet and dropping 2.5kg).
He's learned that "big pink cat didn't leave the house this morning" = "unpleasant trips soon", and it's getting harder and harder to get him in his box for the ride.

This morning I spent ten minutes dragging him out from under the couch, only to have him dash out the open back door and hide under the house.

Little fucker stayed under there just long enough for me to call the vet and reschedule, came slinking back inside literally three minutes after I got off the phone.

And now we're going to do all of this again on Friday.

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