New Cat + Hotel Horror Story
So here's the cat mom brought home:
No name, yet. She's a little under a year old, and she's always moving, constantly, in this crazy way. It looks like if a cat could move like the dragons in Spirited away. That kind of nose-first, squirmy, looping motion. Name suggestions welcome. (Our other cats are Ditto and Caesar.)
So. Horror story...
Laura and I checked into a Thunderbird motel in downtown Savannah. It was priced over a hundred bucks a night, and we new exactly where it was, so we thought it couldn't be TOO bad, and we settled for it. It was fine. Looked clean enough. Comfy beds, actually, and pillows, too. Slept well. No hand soap at the sink for some weird reason, but (to Laura's delight, as she discovered them first) they had "In Your Face Wash", along with "Sassy Shampoo", "Snazzy Conditioner", and "Spiffy Body Wash". I guess there really is power in marketing. (Laura took the bottles home with her.) Plus, you know, TV, mini-fridge. All good. No real complaints. We stayed two nights, checked out at 11am Saturday, and then met with Bob Pendarvis (former professor and Hello Kitty impersonator I KID YOU NOT a.k.a. the greatest guy ever born with a woman's brain) for a late lunch.
And then we mentioned where we'd stayed, and Bob said "You stayed at the THUNDERBIRD???" So we got to hear his Thunderbird motel tale.
Many years ago, before he was a professor there, he'd been visiting Savannah with friends and their car broke down downtown, late, late at night. They stayed at the Thunderbird. They guy who checked them in clearly (oddly) informed them that they were the only guests staying at the hotel that night, and handed them their room key.
When they got to the room, they discovered that the towels were all unwashed, that there was UNDERWEAR on the bed, MORE UNDERWEAR between the cover and the sheets, and still MORE UNDERWEAR between the sheets and the mattress. Male and female. There were dead bugs all over the shower curtain, and, written IN BLOOD or something meant to LOOK LIKE BLOOD was "I KILL" on their door. They were starting to think it had to be a practical joke of some kind, but they just couldn't be sure. Bob's friends said to hell with it, it was late, they didn't need the shower anyway, it was a place to sleep, let's just sleep. So they slept. Bob, meanwhile, on edge, went to the window and drew back the curtains, to look outside and see the moonlight or something. He discovered there was NO GLASS. No actual window pane there! And so he didn't sleep a wink all night. What was more, he could clearly see, from his "window", the guy manning the front desk, and so they just waved to each other as Bob was thinking something along the lines of "Like you didn't know you were giving us the DEATH ROOM, you PSYCHO".
All in all, Laura and I were very glad we'd checked out before we heard all of that. Especially seeing as we didn't really have a plan B on lodging arrangements.
That's all. Thought I'd share. Off to draw.
No name, yet. She's a little under a year old, and she's always moving, constantly, in this crazy way. It looks like if a cat could move like the dragons in Spirited away. That kind of nose-first, squirmy, looping motion. Name suggestions welcome. (Our other cats are Ditto and Caesar.)
So. Horror story...
Laura and I checked into a Thunderbird motel in downtown Savannah. It was priced over a hundred bucks a night, and we new exactly where it was, so we thought it couldn't be TOO bad, and we settled for it. It was fine. Looked clean enough. Comfy beds, actually, and pillows, too. Slept well. No hand soap at the sink for some weird reason, but (to Laura's delight, as she discovered them first) they had "In Your Face Wash", along with "Sassy Shampoo", "Snazzy Conditioner", and "Spiffy Body Wash". I guess there really is power in marketing. (Laura took the bottles home with her.) Plus, you know, TV, mini-fridge. All good. No real complaints. We stayed two nights, checked out at 11am Saturday, and then met with Bob Pendarvis (former professor and Hello Kitty impersonator I KID YOU NOT a.k.a. the greatest guy ever born with a woman's brain) for a late lunch.
And then we mentioned where we'd stayed, and Bob said "You stayed at the THUNDERBIRD???" So we got to hear his Thunderbird motel tale.
Many years ago, before he was a professor there, he'd been visiting Savannah with friends and their car broke down downtown, late, late at night. They stayed at the Thunderbird. They guy who checked them in clearly (oddly) informed them that they were the only guests staying at the hotel that night, and handed them their room key.
When they got to the room, they discovered that the towels were all unwashed, that there was UNDERWEAR on the bed, MORE UNDERWEAR between the cover and the sheets, and still MORE UNDERWEAR between the sheets and the mattress. Male and female. There were dead bugs all over the shower curtain, and, written IN BLOOD or something meant to LOOK LIKE BLOOD was "I KILL" on their door. They were starting to think it had to be a practical joke of some kind, but they just couldn't be sure. Bob's friends said to hell with it, it was late, they didn't need the shower anyway, it was a place to sleep, let's just sleep. So they slept. Bob, meanwhile, on edge, went to the window and drew back the curtains, to look outside and see the moonlight or something. He discovered there was NO GLASS. No actual window pane there! And so he didn't sleep a wink all night. What was more, he could clearly see, from his "window", the guy manning the front desk, and so they just waved to each other as Bob was thinking something along the lines of "Like you didn't know you were giving us the DEATH ROOM, you PSYCHO".
All in all, Laura and I were very glad we'd checked out before we heard all of that. Especially seeing as we didn't really have a plan B on lodging arrangements.
That's all. Thought I'd share. Off to draw.