Honest to god it makes my heart race just thinking about it. He hasn't got a nasty bone in his body and no matter how scared he is he won't bite or scratch me. So it's more of a battle of wills than a battle required a full body suit of armour.
I just hate that it breaks the trust that I've worked so hard to build with him. Even if it is for a few hours. So the plan is to take him to the vet, come back and let him escape for a while and then for me to go to work. That way he will come back into the house because he will know I'm not there. By the time I get back from work he will probably have forgiven me.
The things we do!!