Incredibly, we made it all the way to the vet's office today (about an hour drive) without Oliver making a mess of himself. We thought we'd finally cured our cat of his fear of travelling and were thinking that maybe flying wouldn't be so bad. We were actually thinking that maybe this extra trip to the vet would be good practice for him.
We had a different vet this time, but it turned out she is an international pet travel expert and knew exactly what to do. She even offered to FedEx all the documents for us. We should get the endorsed papers on Thursday, but it's going to be close.
Everything went swimmingly. I was so dazed by the luck of it all that I decided to push it a bit further: I put Oliver's cat carrier on the counter and opened the door. And he walked himself right in. Amazing.
I turned to show Dave this amazing trick and heard a funny noise. Oliver was messing himself. And the carrier. And it was very very messy. I tried to coax him out before he got messier, but the overpowering smell caused a bit of a panic in the small room and he cowered into it. The vet had to call in two techs who essentially took the carrier apart and pulled out the cat, then ran to the other room to bathe him. Dave and I almost got sick, and the techs had to turn on a fan to clear the room.
Oliver got a "half-bath" (his lower half), and everyone was really nice about it, but we were so embarrassed. What's going to happen if (when) he does that on the plane?
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