Just the one: When I pulled the cat carrier out of the Kia the door of it popped off and Ripley had a clear shot of the busy highway where people can go 50 mph but go much faster. I FAR-EAKED out and held the carrier at an impossible angle so she couldn't get out then scooped up the door and shoved it inside, holding her at bay. I then scurried over to the entrance of the groomer's which has this gate door you have to undo to get to the main door. I somehow managed to keep Ripley inside the carrier and open that damn gate. I slammed the gate shut behind me, set the carrier on the ground, and refastened the door. I dropped her off with Auntie Joanne then went to the parking lot and saw blood on my thumb and index finger. I guess I cut my thumb open while trying to keep my cat from running out into the street. My maternal instincts are sound. :)
Since grooming Ripley takes 30-45 minutes I went food shopping. When I came back to pick her up I noticed the door was on completely the wrong way, which means it came back off while she was being taken out or put back into her carrier by Joanne.
Oh well. Time for a new carrier.