available.”
“But I wanted my own room,” Colleen protested, not wanting to sleep in the same room with the rowdy cats.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the manager said. “This is the last room up the road, but it’s got double beds, so you’ll at least have your own bed.”
“Book it,” Katherine said, almost shouting. She quickly wrote her name and number on a slip of paper and handed it to him.
“Consider it done,” the manager replied.
“And thanks so much,” the women said, rushing out the door. They got back into the car and brushed the snow off their coats. Scout had returned to the back window ledge and was watching the snowflakes. She was trying to bat them with her paw. Iris and Lilac joined her in the back.
Katherine drove back to the interstate.
“You know, you could have saved ninety bucks and not bought that dog carrier,” Colleen noted.
“Yes, but it will help when we have to take them inside the motel.”
They drove the distance to the motel in silence. Once there, Colleen jumped out, slammed the door, and ran through the snow to the front office, while Katherine found a parking spot nearby. She leaned over the seat and tried to capture each one of the reluctant Siamese to put them back into the carrier. They moved further back on the back window ledge.
“Come on, Scout,” she coaxed. “I can’t carry you outside. You’ll get wet in the snow.”
“Waugh,” Scout wailed, scooting farther from Katherine’s reach.
Iris and Lilac jumped back inside the carrier. “Good girls,” Katherine praised.
Colleen returned and tapped on the glass. “Is it safe to come in?” she asked.
“Yes, but be quick about it,” Katherine said loudly.
“Our room is in the back on the first floor—number 23,” Colleen said, climbing in.
Once inside the car, Katherine turned to Colleen and said, “Got a problem here. I can’t get Scout inside the carrier, so I’ll let you open the door to our room and then I’ll carry her inside.”
“If you think so,” Colleen said worriedly.
Katherine parked and Colleen flew out the car to open the motel room door. Katherine climbed over the seat and snatched Scout, who shrieked in resistance. After she skinned her knee getting out of the car, Katherine hurried into the room—with the struggling cat in her arms—and locked Scout in the bathroom.
“Scout, I’ll have to wipe you off later,” she called through the door. She turned to Colleen. “Let’s bring the others in now.”
Katherine and Colleen struggled with the carrier, but managed to maneuver it from the back seat. The snowflakes seemed wetter and clumped on top of the cage. Iris and Lilac shifted to the back of the carrier. Inside the room, Katherine let the two cats out, then went into the bathroom to dry Scout. Scout surprised Katherine by licking her on the nose. “Ingrate,” Katherine scolded. “Waugh,” Scout answered, licking her again.
Colleen called from the next room. “There’s a card on the desk with the names of nearby restaurants. Believe it or not, there’s an Irish pub close by.”
“Woo hoo,” Katherine said, joining her. “Let’s get the cats situated, and then we’ll check out the restaurant. I’m hungry for fish and chips.”
“Fish and chips and a pint ,” Colleen added.
They returned to the car and found the bag with the cat food and drinking bowl. Katherine tucked it under her arm while she reached for the GPS.
“That thing is so annoying. Why don’t you just leave it in the car. Maybe someone will steal it,” Colleen quipped.
“Very funny. Could you get the litter box?”
“I guess.”
Back in the room, they discovered the cats busily sniffing every inch of the space. Katherine placed the litter box in the bathroom. She poured spring water into their cat bowl, opened a can of tuna, and dished out three portions. The cats were more interested in getting drinks of water than the food.
“I think they’re okay now,” she said. “I
“But I wanted my own room,” Colleen protested, not wanting to sleep in the same room with the rowdy cats.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the manager said. “This is the last room up the road, but it’s got double beds, so you’ll at least have your own bed.”
“Book it,” Katherine said, almost shouting. She quickly wrote her name and number on a slip of paper and handed it to him.
“Consider it done,” the manager replied.
“And thanks so much,” the women said, rushing out the door. They got back into the car and brushed the snow off their coats. Scout had returned to the back window ledge and was watching the snowflakes. She was trying to bat them with her paw. Iris and Lilac joined her in the back.
Katherine drove back to the interstate.
“You know, you could have saved ninety bucks and not bought that dog carrier,” Colleen noted.
“Yes, but it will help when we have to take them inside the motel.”
They drove the distance to the motel in silence. Once there, Colleen jumped out, slammed the door, and ran through the snow to the front office, while Katherine found a parking spot nearby. She leaned over the seat and tried to capture each one of the reluctant Siamese to put them back into the carrier. They moved further back on the back window ledge.
“Come on, Scout,” she coaxed. “I can’t carry you outside. You’ll get wet in the snow.”
“Waugh,” Scout wailed, scooting farther from Katherine’s reach.
Iris and Lilac jumped back inside the carrier. “Good girls,” Katherine praised.
Colleen returned and tapped on the glass. “Is it safe to come in?” she asked.
“Yes, but be quick about it,” Katherine said loudly.
“Our room is in the back on the first floor—number 23,” Colleen said, climbing in.
Once inside the car, Katherine turned to Colleen and said, “Got a problem here. I can’t get Scout inside the carrier, so I’ll let you open the door to our room and then I’ll carry her inside.”
“If you think so,” Colleen said worriedly.
Katherine parked and Colleen flew out the car to open the motel room door. Katherine climbed over the seat and snatched Scout, who shrieked in resistance. After she skinned her knee getting out of the car, Katherine hurried into the room—with the struggling cat in her arms—and locked Scout in the bathroom.
“Scout, I’ll have to wipe you off later,” she called through the door. She turned to Colleen. “Let’s bring the others in now.”
Katherine and Colleen struggled with the carrier, but managed to maneuver it from the back seat. The snowflakes seemed wetter and clumped on top of the cage. Iris and Lilac shifted to the back of the carrier. Inside the room, Katherine let the two cats out, then went into the bathroom to dry Scout. Scout surprised Katherine by licking her on the nose. “Ingrate,” Katherine scolded. “Waugh,” Scout answered, licking her again.
Colleen called from the next room. “There’s a card on the desk with the names of nearby restaurants. Believe it or not, there’s an Irish pub close by.”
“Woo hoo,” Katherine said, joining her. “Let’s get the cats situated, and then we’ll check out the restaurant. I’m hungry for fish and chips.”
“Fish and chips and a pint ,” Colleen added.
They returned to the car and found the bag with the cat food and drinking bowl. Katherine tucked it under her arm while she reached for the GPS.
“That thing is so annoying. Why don’t you just leave it in the car. Maybe someone will steal it,” Colleen quipped.
“Very funny. Could you get the litter box?”
“I guess.”
Back in the room, they discovered the cats busily sniffing every inch of the space. Katherine placed the litter box in the bathroom. She poured spring water into their cat bowl, opened a can of tuna, and dished out three portions. The cats were more interested in getting drinks of water than the food.
“I think they’re okay now,” she said. “I
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