A trip to the vet

I took the cats to the vet today so that they won't get rabies.  I gave no hints to tip them off ahead of time, but as soon as I got the carrier out, Ragnar dove under the bed.  I managed to toss them both in and it was a silent car ride over.  Deadly silent.  The vet assistant heard Hatshepsut growl a little as he was opening the carrier, and so he asked me what she is typically like at the vets.  She has never bitten anyone that I know of - but I remembered that the last time Dan took them, there was some clawing involved.  I told him it was a possibility and I think that may have put him on guard a little.  We decided to do Ragnar first, then Hatshepsut.  Ragnar is a little wuss and he submitted without a peep to everything they did.  Here's what happened with Hatshepsut:

He was getting ready to weigh her and take her temperature and she was hissing of course.  He obviously feared a bite, so he snapped his fingers on one side of her head to get her to look while he grabbed at her scruff with the other.  Now, finger snapping is something I do when the cats are being bad, so it's an immediate negative association for Hatshepsut.  She lashed out.  The assistant decided to go get help, and came back with a young woman.  He was attempting to grab her again - so I stepped in and just did it.  She didn't bite me, of course, because I had no fear and she knows I will kick her ass.  I handed her over.  The guy held her while the girl inserted the thermometer.  That's when she flipped.  There were exorcist screams coming out of her and she flailed.  It was scary.  The assistant then thought that it would be better if they took her to a room away from me.  They did.  I heard her raging growls through what I am assuming is at least one door and one wall.  I was embarrassed, but kind of impressed too.  She sounded like a tiger!  A few moments later, the veterinarian herself comes in and calmly, soothingly says "She's not exactly cooperating, so I think we may have to try another method."  I replied "Yeah, sounds like you'll have to knock her out."  

They had to sedate my cat because she was acting like a wild street cat.  I couldn't believe it.  This has never happened to any of the cats I or my parents have had.  She's the devil.  Plus it cost me an additional $85.  She is currently under the bed with Ragnar, sulking.  The picture is of her cleaning off the gas residue after we got home.  She looks so harmless... sweet even.  Now we know the truth.