He was terrified of small spaces, and she knew that stuffing him in this box wasn’t helping. “Get in there you fat lard!” she grunted, pushing her weight against his body. But whatever she tried, he would just not go in. “Come on,” she said amongst his protests, “I know you don’t want to go in, but I can’t very well leave you here!” With a swift movement, she pinned his legs together and slid him into the container, a metallic clang sounding behind him. He turned around and looked through the bars, betrayal bright in his yellow eyes. “Aww, don’t look at me like that! You know you have to be in the crate when we travel!” He pawed at the door, meowing his promise of vengeance.