Our vet is fabulous. We love our vet. The cat, we are sure, hates him.
In sword fighting, fabulous husband often talks of something called "Time of the Hand". This is where you present a threat (the sword) before a target (any other body part) and is called moving in "true time". I think that time of the paw may count as ten times faster than time of the hand - this is the third time she's opened up her doctor. The first time was when they first met, years ago, and he was trying for a blood sample. She was overweight and the vein hard to find. On the second try she growled and on his third try - blood everywhere. When she was diagnosed with diabetes we left her in for a day so that they could test her sugar levels over time. After two tests they phoned me at work and asked me to come and get her; he had a couple of bandaids and one of his tech's looked shaken. I pretty much know she'll be all right if, when we take her in, she and the doctor look at one another for a while and he folds his arms and takes a step back. This time, even after she got him he still bend down and got close - hence the concern. He smelled her. You can get useful (as well as disgusting) information from a cat's breath and he's sent off her blood work for some rather involved tests. For now he's told me to keep doing what we're doing - Pedialyte every few hours, half insulin dose in mornings and mixtures of food/cranberry/maple syrup as I can get it into her. The one draw back so far is I think she's developed a taste for Pedialyte and mere water may no longer be good enough.