I am moving from NJ to VA. I’ve moved cats before, 3 of them, and it was not fun. I was moving from NYC to Rhode Island, about a 3 1/2 hour drive.
We were not even out of Manhattan when a bad smell permeates the truck. I pick up all their carriers and look in and smell and don’t see any evidence and we drive on. Thought it was just the smell of the city. All the cats keep meowing but I think it’s just because of their imprisonment. But about an hour later there is an unmistaken smell of shit and I pick up Bart’s carrier and yes, he has gone in the carrier. For the second time, I realize he had done it earlier as well.
There is nothing to do except find a gas station, but we can’t find one open and so we stop at a rest area. So I take Bart into the handicapped stall, open up the carrier just a little and reach in with a tissue and try and clean. Then I realize Bart’s whole stomach is yellow and he’s pissed himself as well and I’m feeling so guilty, what have I done to Bart? He’s made it to 22 and now he is going to die of a heart attack on the road to Rhode Island.
I realize he will not try, too hard, to run away and so I take him out of the carrier and hold him with one hand while cleaning out the carrier with another, and then try to clean him up as best I can. I’m using toilet water and toilet paper, flushing constantly. I can’t really put him in the sink, can I? Thank god I thought to bring the catnip, that calmed him a little.
Not enough to get him back in the carrier, that I could not do. So I just pick him up and carry him back to the truck. I think I’m going to have to hold him for the rest of the trip to keep him from interferring with my friend’s driving but I don’t have to. He quickly settles down on my lap and goes to sleep. Rudy and Patty are soon asleep in their carriers, it must have been Bart’s distress that was bothering them.
Of all the cats I thought Bart would make the trip with the least problems, but rest of the ride goes smoothly. I let the cats of the carriers in the new house and Rudy and Patty go hide in the closet. Not Bart. Within 10 minutes he is exploring the basement and the yard. So much for him being tramatized by the trip.
This time I am just moving one cat, but it’s an 8 hour drive. And Mickey is a nervous cat. I cannot leave him in a carrier for 8 hours. He will pee and/or poop in there. So what to do? Well, the simplest thing is to get him in the car in a carrier. He will not let me pick him up and carry him to the car, he’s never been outside, he would freak. So I could get him in the carrier and in the car, and then just let him out. But I am going to have to stop a couple of times on the way, and what then? I really really don’t think he would try to jump over my lap in the front seat and out the door, if anything he would get scared and try to go the other way. But you know how fast cats are, especially when scared. If he gets out of the car, we are both fucked.
So I went online looking for pet barriers that go across the back seats. I found one, a wire mesh thing, but it was $75. But I decided to order it anyway just for the peace of mind. Put him in the back seat with a litter box, no problems.
But then I went to the Home Depot to pick up a couple of moving boxes. The medium size ones, not folded up they are at least a couple of feet in width. So all I have to do is, when I stop, if Mickey is in the passenger seat, stuff the box in between the console and the seat. He is not going to jump over that in the few seconds that is takes me to get out of the car.
I know I am overthinking this. As I said, there is very little chance he would jump out of the car when I open the door. It just occurs to me now, I could just throw a blanket over him when I get out.
We will make it there ok