My cat hates me

Right now my beloved Sprocket is asleep inside of his pet carrier. The same pet carrier that he has always hated and detested. Anytime I've ever wanted to put him in the carrier, he has fought me tooth and nail and made it clear that he would not go into it. Whenever I take him to my mom's house or to the vet I have to put the carrier in the car (without him seeing it go in) and then carry him to the car in my arms. He happens to hate the car more than the carrier, so he always chooses to go into the safe confines of the carrier when presented with both options.

But today he has chosen the pet carrier over me. I am sitting on the sofa, with a warm, cozy blanket by my side, but he would still rather sit within the confines of his pet carrier. Why, you ask? Because I took him to the vet, where they put him under anesthesia, cleaned his teeth, and removed two of them. He blames me for this, and thus wants absolutely nothing to do with me. Except when I go near his food bowl, then he suddenly cares just enough to see if I'm going to put food in his bowl. But when he realizes I am not going to feed him, he quickly ignores me again.

And to add insult to injury, twice a day I have to give him an antibiotic pill and squirt a syringe of yucky pain medicine into his mouth. He does not appreciate this, even though it is ultimately for his own good.

On a usual day, Sprocket would be snuggled up beside me on the sofa; but until he decides to forgive me it looks like I am on my own.