I am writing this from our Hotel in Columbia South Carolina, which is a little more than halfway to our final destination in West Virginia.
We had a lot to do before our trip. One of the things was to make sure the Tile trackers that we bought for the cats on our last trip were still working. I procrastinated on that until Wednesday when I learned they all needed new batteries. They still worked but they were close to not working so I ordered batteries from Amazon for a Thursday delivery. When they arrived they were the wrong batteries.
Rose thought the collars were unnecessary and I was just being paranoid but there is a difference between cautious and paranoid. Anyway, I didn’t put collars on anyone for fear of tipping my hand to what was going on to Floki. I thought I would wait until the last minute. The last minute was Friday morning. I had moved both crates to the Florida room the night before and now Chris was sleeping in the new crate and Floki slept in the old crate. Frankie was in the house outside of Floki’s view so I put his collar on. I then put Chris’s collar on while he was in his crate but it was tight on him. I guess he has gained even more weight since January. Just after I took it off to adjust the fit, Floki got wind of what was going on and tried to sneak past me but I grabbed him and shoved him in with Chris and zipped it up. It was a little early but close enough. They didn’t get their trackers on but I decided not to worry about it. I then put Frankie in his crate and we were on the road at 7:34 a.m.
The trip was uneventful for a while. We even had peace and quiet because Floki didn’t cry up a storm like last time. Then there was that incedent.
At 1:15 we crossed the border into South Carolina. At that very moment, Rose said “Oh my God! Somebody pooped.” Okay, she didn’t actually say “pooped” but let’s pretend that is the word she used.
“We are probably just passing something stinky,” I said.
“Don’t question my nose,” she said. “If I say somebody pooped than somebody pooped!”
I should mention that Rose is blessed with a nose like a bloodhound but she is cursed with the inability to tolerate bad smells. Unlike dogs, who can stick their noses in a pile of dung, the tiniest oder is like standing in the middle of a stink factory to Rose.
I looked back and saw Chris clawing at the corner of the pad. I said, “I think you are right. Chris is either burying his poop or Floki’s poop. Probably his.”
At this point the smell was getting worse and Rose’s stress level was through the roof. Fortunately there was a rest stop a mile ahead but I feared she would have a nervous breakdown before we got there.
As soon as we parked I went to the bathroom to get wet paper towels but found only electric hand dryers. It occurred to me that there was a container of window cleaner wipes in the truck but when I returned saw that Rose had already thought of that and was wiping the poop out of the crate with them. The poop was loose and runny but fortunately Chris pulled the pad up first so it was mostly on an easy to clean surface.
We got to the hotel at 3:33, almost exactly 8 hours after we left. The first thing the cats did was use the litter box. They must have all needed to go badly because they couldn’t wait for Frankie to finish.
I cleaned the box about twenty minutes later and is was basically full already.
I then opened the blind a bit so the cats could look out the window. They liked that.
Later, Rose opened up a couple of catnip toys. Frankie and Floki enjoyed playing with them while Chris watched.
I did not get a photo of Floki but I did get a video which I may post later
That evening Rose commented about how exhausted we bought were the evening we arrived in West Virginia the first time. I suggested that since we could not close the cats out in a hotel room, Chris probably kept us up all night.
We went to bed early last night, around 8:45, hoping to avoid the exhaustion this time. Almost immediately Chris climbed up to the top of my head and started digging his claws into my face. For some reason he prefers to bother me and mostly leaves Rose in peace.
I moved Chris to the foot of the bed and tried to go back to sleep but three minutes later Chris was bothering me again. I counted how many times I had to move him or put him off the bed completely. By 9:50 it was eleven times. I stopped counting then but the bothering continued. I woke Rose up a couple of times as I annoyingly moved Chris away. She complained that I was keeping her up and I sarcastically said, “I am so sorry I disturbed you.”
We were both up well before 4 a.m. and decided to stay up. I estimate that I moved Chris more than 40 times that night. I kept thinking that cats are supposed to sleep a lot so soon he would tire and fall asleep. I was wrong. He waited until I was up before taking a nap.
It is now after 5 a.m. The hotel serves breakfast at 6:00 so we will eat then and get back on the road.
Bad Cat Chris 
Oh dear…….it’s probably inevitable that there will be a “potty incident” on a long trip. Knowing that doesn’t make it any more pleasant when it happens though! Too bad you couldn’t let the boys sleep in their crates so you all can get some sleep but I think most people don’t sleep well in a strange bed on a trip anyway. LOL At least you will reach your destination today and hopefully catch up on your sleep tonight! Happy travels today and I hope there will be no – stinky incidents!!
Hugs, Pam
Thanks, Pam. Rose told me to put Chris in the crate but I didn’t want to do that to him since he was stuck there yesterday and will be today.
Yeah I know – I would feel that way too – but it’s tough to have a LOOOONG drive then not be able to sleep because of a (pardon the expression) annoying cat! LOL
I should change the name to Annoying Cat Chris. 🙂
I don’t want to laugh at this, but oh my gosh….!! Just like kids–“Everyone go to the bathroom before we get in the car.” Good luck with the rest of the trip.
Thanks. Feel free to laugh. That’s why I share these stories.
Raz is our PTU pooper. EVERY time! Mom keeps him in an easily washable PTU along with disposable pads but, somehow, he always manages to make a mess.
The Florida Furkids
I put a pad in Frankie’s crate but I had to grab Floki prematurely so I didn’t get a chance to put one in their crate.
Well, us cats do poop…so that incident was inevitable. ~Ernie
8 hours without a litterbox is too long.
Ahahaha very entertaining to read although being there was a different story . . .
That was fast, you are making good time on your trip.
Yes, way better than last time with the moving truck.
Well halfway is halfway done so well done. Now if you can get through without another poop party…
That was the last poop party. 🙂
“Um…*tap tap tap*…I gotta go potty. Hello? I gotta go… Um…*tap tap tap*…I just went.”
My Sensei had a cat named Gizmo that he’d gotten as a kitten. Gizmo went everywhere with him. He was used to riding in a vehicle. He never had any accidents. I guess cats that aren’t used to traveling in cars on a regular basis can be “nervous nellies” and have “to go” a lot.
What is it with Chris and you sleeping? Did he do that as a kitten, too?
He has always been difficult at night. Not always in the same way but difficult.
Goodness.
Yikes, a stinky trip isn’t fun for anyone. Travel safely please!
Thanks so much.
Well, this was an inauspicious beginning! Paws crossed it gets better for the rest of the trip.
The second half was better.
Sounds like Chris needs a really hard playtime before bed. Misty May insists on sleeping on my head or face, but she will eventually settle down and sleep. We have traveled with our dogs years ago but never with any of the cats, and I do not think I want to. XOCK, angel Lily Olivia, angel Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, angel Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth, Calista Jo, Cooper Murphy, Sawyer & Kizmet
Chris waits until everyone is up before settling into a nap.
Rose would have had a companion in my husband. If he thought one of the cats had urinated outside the litter box, he could not rest until he found the offending scent.
I can’t imagine two people like that togrther.
I guess if misery loves company…