Meet Shadow.

shadow

Shadow has a habit of pooping when she rides in a car.

Every. Single. Time. It’s all we’ve ever known.

In fact, the day my husband and I picked her up from her foster mom, she dropped a bomb a mile out.

We had 20 more miles to go.

At some point we pulled over so I could clean her up a little and toss the smelly offense.

Dogs may like sticking their heads out the window doing 65, but that’s not a good look for humans.

Wednesday she had to go to the vet.

I explained to Shadow that we were going to try a new thing.

We were going to diaper her so that she doesn’t mess in the carrier and so we don’t have to choke to death when she poops.

Shadow said “Sure, silly woman. You can give it a whirl, but I wouldn’t count on anything.”

She miraculously allowed me to slip her tail through a hole in the diaper, wrap it around her butt and tape it at her belly.

Feeling all smug about how easy it was, I placed her in the carrier and off we went.

cat in diaper

Things went well for the first three of four miles, save for her relentless I’m in a car, in a diaper and you’ll pay for this meowing.

And then.

And then we smelled it.

She pooped. Like clockwork, at mile four.

Huh. I wonder why we can smell it so much. Shouldn’t it all be contained in the diaper? Or most of it?

We get to the vet’s office and soon discover that Shadow was right. We shouldn’t have expected this to work.

Because at some point she must have busted out of her diaper and pooped all over herself anyway.

And that’s how a cat lets you know diapers are for babies and pet parents may be well-intentioned, but they are also quite stupid.

Stumble it!