Godzilla Kitty vs. Foster Mary

Knowing Pepper would be difficult (at best) to get into the
carrier for her trip to the vet, I did what any self-respecting
person would do - I put her sweeter-natured sister, Opal, into
her carrier first.
Next was Tilly for her dental. While Opal and
Tilly's carriers were side by side on the table, Tilly taught Opal
some really good adult meezer curse words. Nothing like teaching the young'uns how to display one's displeasure.
Back to Pepper. I moved slowly in my attempts to capture her. She
moved quickly in her attempts to evade capture. I was getting tired,
she was just getting warmed up.
Back and forth, forth and back we went. Me talking, her glaring. It
wasn't going well although the early-morning cardio workout was
beneficial. I shouldn't require any further exercising today.
Then Pepper went to the top of the cat tree (I blocked off
their "womb" the night before so I wouldn't have to drag them out of
there).
Ahhh....top of the cat tree and the only chair in sight was the
computer chair on wheels. I contemplated my chances of surviving
trying to get an upset kitten, while perched on a wheeled chair. And
believe it or not I actually attempted it. Well one foot, when the
chair moved it did occur to me that broken limbs wouldn't help me
accomplish my goal. So I grabbed her from below. She had the clear
advantage. The inside of my wrist, being covered with rather tender
flesh, was at a disadvantage and the slashing caused my fingers,
holding Pepper in a nice firm scruff, to open automatically.
So back to the "come here little kitty" while Pepper's evasion
tactics continued.
Then Pepper flew back to the top of the cat tree. At this point I was
ready to just reschedule her appointment until I had help but then
the lightbulb went on (or I hit it with my arm). I simply picked up
the carrier and held it up to her.
SHE CLIMBED RIGHT IN.