Five cats. Five rabies shots.

One bathroom.

One me.

Watch! as the scratchy stabby pain ensues

It might've gone all right if I hadn't had to confine them in the bathroom the day before, when maintenance came to look at a bedroom window. They are a smart and suspicious lot, however, The Blissy among them most of all. There was no luring or tricking. There was instead lots of twisting and clawing and struggling on the strength level of leopards or bears or maybe woolly (clawed) mammoths.

In the end I got three in there (Bliss by carrying her trapped in her wooden hiding cave). The vet helped get Fathom out from under the bed. Rogue is pretty friendly with her anyway. Me, I am now clawed up (shoulder, upper arm, chest) like I'd been wrestling a tiger. SERIOUSLY. TIGER WRESTLING INJURIES. RIGHT HERE.