After my mother passed, the question came up as to what to do with her cat, Crookatail. I couldn't take her, my middle sister couldn't take her, and no one wanted my brother to have her. So it was decided that oldest sister would take her back to Florida with her on the plane. So OS takes Crookatail to the airport in her carrier, where they run up against the TSA. The agent insists that OS remove the cat from her carrier and that OS carry her through the scanner while the carrier goes through the machine. As soon as my sister went through the scanner, Crookatail decided to barf, urinate, and defecate all over the place. The agent says, "You'll have to clean that up." OS says, "how?" and agent says "not my problem." Poor OS had to go to the restroom, clean up Crookatail, get paper towels, and come back to clean up the mess. She then had to fly all the way to Florida smelling of cat.
On the other hand, Crookatail is one of the few cats in Florida that has her own trust fund, thanks to Mom.