She is not a good traveller and the trip from Manitoba to Terrace, British Columbia involved a long drive and two overnight motel stays.
The first night, I grabbed the nearest motel I could find that looked clean. I was so tired and hungry I never even stopped to ask if pets were allowed. I was able to park in front of my door and slip an unhappy Zoey with her trappings into my room unnoticed. Once uncrated she proceeded to howl and cry as though I’d put her in Alcatraz in solitary. She ignored her food and water and never went near her litter box. I realized in the morning she’d finally decided to use it at some point. I spent a sleepless night waiting to be evicted after neighbours’ complaints about the noise, but somehow we made it through the night.
The next night I was unable to find a cheap comfortable motel so I had to settle for a more upmarket and of course more highly priced one. They told me pets were welcome. My route to my room took me from the parking lot right through the large lobby to the elevators. The lobby was filled with plush furniture, looked very newly decorated and had beautiful polished floors and columns. Now the first trip carrying Zoey in her crate wasn’t bad; after all they had assured me pets were allowed. It was the second trip through the lobby with her litter box that concerned me. I took a blanket, threw it over the box and made my way through, praying all the time, “Please don’t let me trip and spill kitty litter all over these lovely tiles in front of all these people. Please don’t let me drop the box.”
I made it safely. Once in the room, Zoey surprised me. After a couple of turns around the room, sniffing every corner as cats will do in a new place, she waltzed over to her litter box and then marched to her food bowl and began to eat. Instead of howling half the night, she curled up on the bed and went to sleep. The room had met her discerning criteria.
Now my question is, “I never showed her the receipts; how did she know I spent $70 on the first motel room and $180 on the second?” Now I know why a female cat is called a queen.