Thanks you guys you make me blush !
eyor44 I did start a Pre-TR but kinda forgot about it, gotta find it again
Ok so the "cat peed on her passport" story is, well, just that. We left on a Tuesday morning and on Sunday afternoon Grumpy calls me, freaking out.
"There's a catastrophe!!!!"
So picture me thinking of all the worst things that can happen, my grandmas being sick or worse, Grumpy realizing we booked the wrong flights, or losing something...
"There was a moist towelette in my purse and it leaked and my passport is soaked!!!"
First thought : no way a moist towelette would have enough liquid in it to soak a passport.
Second thought : she is passport-less and they won't let us leave
It's Sunday and we can't do anything except gather some info on line. There are last-minute passport things, but the US immigration will not accept them.
Grumpy calls back and says there are other things in her purse that are soaked too. I tell her no way a tiny little Wet Wipe did that. Smell it.
Frickin cat peed in her purse. Brand new Coach purse, might I add.
So I told her to clean up her passport as good as she could and to put it in a Ziploc with some dryer sheets. She doesn't have any. And in France, EVERYTHING is closed on Sunday afternoons.
I came to her house on Monday and we did what we could, I Febreezed the thing, the odor was terrible and I honestly think my mom is starting to lose some of her smelling abilities because she was actually considering taking the purse with her on the plane. The thing stank like a full litter on a hot day and here she wanted to bring it in an enclosed space! NO WAY.
In the end we put the passport in a Ziploc with some dryer sheets and everywhere we went where they had to check her passport Grumpy had to warn them that her cat peed on it. We also had some pack of Wet Wipes which we offered to whoever was unlucky enough to have to touch that thing but in most cases they were not allowed to accept them.
Just to give you an idea, in order to get on the plane to Miami, we have to get our passports checked at least four times. Once to get our tickets and answer security questions, then to check in, then at security, and one last time before boarding. All in all, with two flights, Immigration and Customs, Grumpy had to repeat her little "my cat peed on my passport" story about eight times.
Once we got to Disney we put the passport in like four Ziplocs and put it far away from everything else, and we were able to use Grumpy's regular ID instead.
Then we did it all over again to go back home. The security guy in Orlando was not in a good mood that day and growled at Grumpy that he didn't need no plastic bag. Then when Grumpy explained why he looked at her like she was nuts... and exploded in laughter. Everyone had to hear that "this lady's cat peed on her passport" and people were laughing and pointing at Grumpy as the "peed passport lady".
but oh my, 
