All these poor babies - but the vet is a necessary evil. My kitty gets so carsick, it's a good thing the vet is only about a mile away.
He goes into the carrier OK, and is pretty quiet on the way there.
Once we get there and get him on the table, he is very quiet and meek, and even will lower his head and push it into me like he's trying to hide . When he stands up, he curls his tail completely under his body to hide his poor little butt, because he knows the gland squeezing is coming..... When we get home he hides for a while - we pretend he's somewhere plotting his revenge and cursing our names.