Oh, getting him in the carrier is a no-win prospect. He's in a harness and leash.
He isn't usually too bad. But the vet tech did a number on him with the fecal stick. I had to take him out to the car wrapped in a towel, and when I ran back in to give them their towel back, he took up refuge on the floor. He was already so stressed out and ticked off that I really didn't dare handle him. I tried to coax him out for awhile, but no luck. Finally when I started to go, he moved a tiny bit, but I was pretty much riding the clutch all the way home. Fortunately, he doesn't hold a grudge and was fine once we got home.
I liked reading everybody else's stories though. The joys of owning a cat!