First off, let me get this part out of the way...We are all HCM NEGATIVE!!!!! Hurray!!! But this was one God awful trip, I'll tell you! It started off routinely enough--we left at 8:00 to get there by 11:00 ( should have been able to be there by 10:30), so we are cruising down the road....everything's fine. Then after about an hour, I begin to smell something..."Oh no! " I think to myself..."Not Lulu poop! Please let it just be a giant fart or something!" So I keep on driving---it gets worse. So, I pull into a gas station and sure enough, Lulu has pooped all over the inside of the carrier she is sharing with Boo. It's everywhere! I pull them out and clean them off as best I can. I use the paper towels meant to clean your windshield squeegee off, and get it pretty well cleaned off. I notice the blanket was just pushed to the back of the carrier and it didn't appear to be pooped on, so I pulled it back under them and off we go again. About a half hour later, I smell something again....and I am hearing little scratching sounds..scratch, scratch, scratch...scratch, scratch,scratch,... I fear for the worse, so I see a rest area and pull in. I take a look at the carrier, and if I thought it was bad last time--well that was NOTHING! Boo has poop smeared all over his face, legs, tail, and back. Lulu is covered from stem to stern and so is the blanket, wwalls and ceiling of the carrier. I run into the bathroom for some water and toilet paper and get the cats out of the carrier--on leashes so I won't lose them. Boo instantly is terrified and crawls up my chest and halfway over my shoulder--leaving poop all over my shirt. Lulu gets away from me and runs around the inside of the car leaving poop prints for me EVERYWHERE! I clean them up as best I can, then take the carrier and the blanket into the rest stop bathroom and clean out the blanket in the toilet, then use it to clean out the carrier. By this time, the bathroom stinks to high heaven. I bring the carrier back to the car and take the blanket in for another dousing in the toilet, but am met by the attendant guy--he informs me that I didn't want to go in there because some idiot has taken a whole bunch of cat crap into the bathroom and now he has to go in there and take care of it....and that the idiot woman should know better than to do such a stupid thing! I play dumb and while he's in there, I attempt to go to my car...but get out there and see that I have a FLAT TIRE! So, I go inside again and call the cardiologist to tell them I am more than half way there but I am in trouble at the rest stop and will be calling 911 to come help --and to please still see me. They say ok, but that I will probably have a long wait while they attempt to work me in....I say thanks and then call 911. I don't know where my spare tire is, so when the policeman comes, I take out the ton and a half of stuff I have in the trunk and he puts the emergency donut tire on and draws me a map of how to get to a tire store that will replace the tire. The rest stop attendant comes out to yell at me again and I start to cry. He says to me, "In the future if you have an emergency like that with a cat, to come and get the attendant for help." I told him, "Yeah right, you sounded like you were really anxious to help out..." I explained to him that I was trying to do the best I could under the circumstances and was attempting to return to the bathroom to check if everything was clean when I met him in the doorway and heard his harangue, so I just tried to leave. He went into the building and brought me out two baby wipes--so he would look like he gave a darn in front of the policeman. The officer was very kind and did everything he could to help me. So, off we went to the tire store. When I got in there they told me they only accept local checks and so I would need to use plastic. I looked in my purse, and my cards weren't in there. I had ordered some stuff online last night and didn't put them back in my purse. I burst out sobbing and asked the guy couldn't he just call my bank to make sure there were enough funds to cover it? I was late for an appointment, covered in poop, my car reaked, my tire was flat, I didn't have my credit cards, I am handicapped, and hours and hours away from home. He decided I had had a rotten enough day already and agreed to take the check. Fixed the tire, and off we went to the vet again.... Finally arrived, waited 4 hours there to get the scans done and got back in the car to come home. I had asked for a litterbox at the vet so they could use it, but it had the pellets in it and my cats didn't like it. But no one had eaten and Lulu had already pooped, so I wasn't too nervous. I loaded everybody up and got underway. Took a different route home and the traffic was terrible.Finally reached cruising speed when I heard it...scratch,scratch,scratch.... scratch,scratch,scratch... "Oh dear God, NO!" and then the smell arrived! Lulu strikes again! I pulled into another gas station and clean it up yet again--it was easier this time, cuz no blanket. Finally we arrived back in our driveway and I have never been so happy to get home. We came right in and Boo and Lulu took much needed baths. And I got a shower. Ahhhhh...there's no place like home! Post Script: Lulu just may have saved my life--the tire had a big chunk scraped off it and looked like it should've blown while I was sailing 80 mph down the highway. Instead it went flat at the rest stop---God works in mysterious ways....lol Just never thought it would be through cat poo!