Guilty As Charged.
Except that I did construct the box correctly but the fucking cat is Houdini. As soon as the lids shut, she hooks her fucking paw over the flap, pulls it down, then batters her way through the bottom.

The vet put the box together for the return trip and she was still out before I had travelled ten yards.

And the vets address was wrong on the fucking website. I just checked.

But I should have saved. I should know better.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Mon 5 May 2008, 9:28, Reply)