Cat owners, I need some advice on how to calm down a cat in a (soft) carrier.
I'm going to be flying from Berlin to Barcelona. It's mercifully not a long flight. My first cat is pretty much fine with being stuck in a carrier; a friend will be carrying him. My second cat goes nuts, so I'm going to be carrying her.
For context they've had the carriers around for three weeks now, they've been regularly fed treats and given toys inside. When she is placed inside and zipped in though she presses her face extremely hard against the mesh front and wheezes real bad.
Eventually she calms down but I'm going to have to take her out of the carrier for the security check and I'm utterly terrified of the fact that she's most likely going to be clawing away and refusing to be put back in. Scruff grip does nothing when she's panicking, Feliway does nothing.
As someone who flew half way across the world with my two cats, don't give them any food or water for several hours before the flight. Make sure they use the litter box before you leave.
My vet also told me that you can give them a piece of children's benadryl.
You will have to get them out of the case and go through security holding them too. So consider that.
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