Buckley hates it, she's so wriggly.
She's like a living bar of soap, you think you've got her, go to lift her and she's gone flicking her feet behind her all the way to her litter tray for a sulk.
When I have her lifted she struggles to I try to put her down on all fours gently to avoid her injuring herself.
I think it's a case of persevering (and rewards).
Our vet managed, and I manage when she's passed to me and snuggled on my chest, but the initial picking up bit I just can't do, she hates it.