Chubby is at the vet now. I picked him up relatively easily this morning, but getting him into the cat carrier was anything but easy. I did escape unscathed except for my shirt. He must be familiar with cat carriers from his past life before he became a semi wild stray cat. He hissed like crazy and struggled, but he didn't try to bite me. What a good boy he is.
So now he's there in isolation until the vet can look and see what's going on with him. Keep your fingers crossed that it's only a kitty cold.