Took my two fosters to the vet this morning. It's a half hour's drive. When I last had them in the car they were ultra calm, in fact both of them went to sleep. This time both of them peed in their boxes and he had the most enormous poo as well, which he rolled over in (he's a 14 lb cat so he can produce a lot of poo). The smell was unspeakable. Then I had to try and clean up him and his box in the car, and then wrestle him back into it (I didn't realise she had peed as well until we got inside the vet). This must have been hysterically funny to watch from the outside, a huge cat, a bag of stinking blanket and poo and a harassed woman, all trapped in a Fiat 500. So, in conclusion, I have decided I don't really like cats.
Here they are looking like butter wouldn't melt.