Thankfully I was spared the trauma of taking Misty to the vet for a blood test. Him Behind the Wheel took her. She came home sporting a bandage on her leg. Apparently it had taken two people to hold her, and the people in the waiting room were all concerned about the blood curdling yelps.
And this is all another step on the path to getting a pet passport on the offchance that we take her abroad (to Europe) in the future. Perhaps it was not such a good idea after all.