Jarring One Loose
Is there any way to prevent a cat from crapping himself? My cat flies a few times a year and as part of the genius Air Canada pet policy has to be muscled under the seat for the entirety of a trans-Maritime flight. Somewhere through a 3 hour flight (not including the interminable landlocked portion of the travel), he craps himself, and because most people on the flight haven't seen a cat carrier go under my seat, it's painfully logical to the whole plane that the crap is instead in my pants. It's gotten so regular that I've become numb to the furtive sniffs and sideways glances the pants-shitters of society endure, because this doesn't stop after you exit the plane. You have to wait at the luggage carousel, sit in a taxi, and try your best to act so non-chalant that it would be crazy for an onlooker to imagine a crap in your pants. We all feel the microseconds of hesitation when something stinks where you're wondering if maybe it's you - I'm forced to live in those microseconds of strangers' lives every time I fly with this crap factory.
