fat chance anno
I'm sure all the staff at the vet think he's the cat from hell, not vicious, just bloody awkward!
If only they could see how accommodating he is at home. If I say, "Maurice, I think it's time for a brushy brushy" (yes, I know
)He wanders over and sits next to the cupboard where the brush is kept. He then is quite happy to be given a thorough grooming, and responds when I say "Tummy Maurice" by rolling over so that I can brush his undercarriage.
He takes his tablets with no fuss, and (usually) responds to my request of "settle down Maurice!" when he wants to join me at the desk when I'm trying to do anything on the computer. This command is usually issued after the second time that he has either A) Walked between me and the monitor or B) Sat on the keyboard and either deleted what I have just written or added a load of gobbledygook to it. He also has a bit of a "Gransnet" speciality, which consists or rapid scrolling via his derriere, or an uncanny ability to alter the font size 
In short, he is a model of manners and good behaviour, until you try to pick him up or hold him. He gets on lap, happy chap, I put him on lap, grows several extra limbs which can move in all directions at once at an incredible speed.
I think tomorrow could be erm, "challenging"?