Athena, taken to the vet, hid in the sink; hissed, spat, and writhed during the temperature taking; tried to bite me (realized who I was at the last minute, pulled it); tried to bite the tech; clawed the tech; sulked in the sink; tried to bite the vet, and generally made a nuisance of herself.
Loki, taken to the vet, would yowl plaintively, but would take anything up to and including a catheter without fighting back. I have a feeling I'm not gonna see a cat of that temperment again.
Anyway, Athena's fine, except for rather overfull anal glands, which were duly expressed (a job made easier by her...um..."self-expression" in outrage all over the vet) and I'll spare you the details, since they involve words like "chunky" and pose a threat to contented dining. We gotta take her back in a month, but chronic anal gland problems are so insanely rare in cats that the vet's not real worried--she said it was probably stress or some random thing. So that was good.
The things I do for love...