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Years ago I had an outdoor cat that was not fond of the vet. The only time he ever saw the vet was for his shots, and he held a grudge.

This cat was not afraid to get in a fight with large opponents. He tried to fight a pick-up truck, but lost, so I had to take him to see the vet again.
He didn't like the vet under normal circumstances, but all busted up he became furious at having that guy poking him. The vet was pretty sure that there were no broken bones, but wanted to keep the cat overnight for observation.

I said sure, not knowing what I was doing to the poor man.
The next day I got a call that my cat was doing well, and was displaying great strength and speed. They asked me to come get him. Immediately.
When I got there the vet was not there but the assistant explained that the vet had attempted to take some blood from the cat, but my cat got free and latched onto the vets neck.
I laughed a little at the thought of a vet getting scratched up by my angry cat. How bad could it be?
The assistant gave me a bad look though, and told me that my cat was still in the exam room. I neded to get him myself.

When I opened the door, I was stunned to see what looked like a crime scene. There was a lot of blood.
I've watched enough Dexter to know what 'arterial spray' looks like. There was a line that went up the wall, spots all overt the floor and table, and a pool by the door.

My cat lay casually in the scale-bucket thingy on the counter, cleaning the evidence off his paws.
The look he gave me clearly said 'This is on you. Now take me home, or you're next.'

I'll give the vet credit though, he still accepted us back as patients. But I was never allowed to leave the cat unsupervised with them again.

Years ago I had an outdoor cat that was not fond of the vet. The only time he ever saw the vet was for his shots, and he held a grudge. This cat was not afraid to get in a fight with large opponents. He tried to fight a pick-up truck, but lost, so I had to take him to see the vet again. He didn't like the vet under normal circumstances, but all busted up he became furious at having that guy poking him. The vet was pretty sure that there were no broken bones, but wanted to keep the cat overnight for observation. I said sure, not knowing what I was doing to the poor man. The next day I got a call that my cat was doing well, and was displaying great strength and speed. They asked me to come get him. *Immediately*. When I got there the vet was not there but the assistant explained that the vet had attempted to take some blood from the cat, but my cat got free and latched onto the vets neck. I laughed a little at the thought of a vet getting scratched up by my angry cat. How bad could it be? The assistant gave me a bad look though, and told me that my cat was still in the exam room. I neded to get him myself. When I opened the door, I was stunned to see what looked like a crime scene. There was a lot of blood. I've watched enough Dexter to know what 'arterial spray' looks like. There was a line that went up the wall, spots all overt the floor and table, and a pool by the door. My cat lay casually in the scale-bucket thingy on the counter, cleaning the evidence off his paws. The look he gave me clearly said 'This is on you. Now take me home, or you're next.' I'll give the vet credit though, he still accepted us back as patients. But I was never allowed to leave the cat unsupervised with them again.

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[–] [Deleted] 5 points (+5|-0)

My grandma was terrified of cats her whole life. She encountered a similar one to your story when she was younger. It wasn't until she was 82 she finally petted one. Our cat was a sweetie pie. Basically begged her for cuddles while she froze a few times. If my 82 y/o grandma can conquer her fears anyone can. (Bear in mind she asked for this after years of telling her what a gentle little kitty she was).