Monday, August 10, 2009

Perrydactyl - Meth Motel

If you read my twitter posts, you are probably hip to the fact that I now have a five-month old kitten on the roadtrip...

Huzzah?

Not sure how it happened exactly. Jesus.... this has already been a whirlwind trip and I have only been on the road for three days! Left Cleveland late (... as usual... my whole life is Late). Landed myself in Dayton Ohio overnight. Picked the cheapest, seediest motels-of-all-motels ($19.99 a night...) Closed-office, a small notebook sign hanging on the window, "Please knock on door 195 for a room or service. Thank you. Management." A Pakastanian man with one arm answered the door, his wife was all wrapped up in bed sleeping. Nice guy - Bought the Motel five months prior. Lived in Hicksville NY most his life. Key in hand, I walked to my room, passing a bunch of young kids smoking meth (burning plastic and bathroom chemicals smell - ewww). My neighbors were having sex so loudly, I thought they would bust through the drywall. Also noticed a couple kitties hanging around the parking lot - Being the way that I am, I invited them all in and had a kitty party!

Three of the kittens were feral and skittish -They wanted Out. The other two were much friendlier.  One kitten cuddled up with me on the bed and the other one slept in the bathtub... I seriously fell in love with the one that slept next to me all night. Purring, cuddly, ball of fur. Kept sneaking closer to me. 3am - Woke up to my nextdoor neighbor (the rabbit fucking one) nasty-bile-puking - gut wrenching - so so loud - spattering all over the floor. I let both cats out. Figured if they were still there in the morning, I might consider taking one away from the motel with me.... went to bed with dreams of drugged out kids lighting kittens on fire, running them over for fun. Woke up feeling like crap...

Next morning, opened the door of my room - And there was this adorable kitten - Sitting on my car.

Come on!? What was I supposed to do!? That motel was so creepy? I love kitties! Wanted to save them all - but it would have been impossible - so many stray cats in Dayton,  Pat and I counted three dead cats on the freeway, two puppies.... ugh.

Checking out - I asked the Pakastanian if I could take the kitten with me. He was a little upset. Explained that both him and his wife have no family and the cats, even though they come and go, keep them company.... "Please be good to the cat, Miss. Give him a good home." ..... ugh, I am thinking, "I currently have no home...." Whatever - better than the Motel. The Pakastanian owner was lovely and kind - it was his $19.99 customers that puked all over the walls and smoked meth in a parking lot that freaked me out....

For awhile, I considered giving the kitten away to a good home (Zoe and Deanna, thank you so much for trying to find him a place - means a lot).... the more I hang out with him, though, the more I realize I really like him a lot. Normally cats are not roadtrip material but this one is pretty phenomenal. Super easy to travel with - loves everyone - great with the litterbox - sleeps all night in bed with us - super chill.... For a Cat on a Roadtrip - he is about as perfect as you could ask for....

Patrick always joked that the first animal we adopted would be called, "Perrydactyl" (god knows why he chose that name) I always told him that we could name our first goldfish Perrydactyl - that way it would live for a couple months and Pat could get the name out of his system.... In an effort to keep the cat, I told him we could name it Perrydactyl.... so now - we have a fivev-month old kitten named Perrydactyl - Perry for short..... cute as hell......

This changes SO much. I cannot even explain to you. Putting a trip like this together - I know every place I need to be - how everything will go. Now, I need to find a cat-sitter while I am at Burning Man!?

8 comments:

AD said...

Teach it to walk on a leash and taking it to burning man!

Maybe he can hang out on your neck like a purring boa?

Kev said...

Perrydactyl looks like a great addition to your traveling family.

I would have a vet look at him as soon as possible, strays can have medical problems that aren't immediately obvious, and it doesn't sound as though he was in the best environment.

And Austin's a great place for cats.

PD said...

Perrydactyl. Helluva name. Things happen for a reason. Maybe you didn't find him, but he found you? He was having such a good time, he didn't want it to end. Well, the more, the merrier. I'd be willing to bet that cart-boy is still smiling.HA! You are passing through Kentucky, & Tennessee, you gotta have a couple Bourbons & Tennessee Whiskeys for us. And yes, there is a difference. Whats a better way to start a road trip, than with a cute surprize?
:)

Dave said...

All of my animals but for my pug have been found animals. When it picks you it is over...you have no control or ability to say no...the kitten picked YOU! All will be fine for BM et. al.

BTW...I was a cart boy once...that had to make his day/week/month..it would have mine!

London Andrews said...

I WISH I could bring Perry to Burning Man! Unfortunately they do not allow pets there... which, actually, is probably a positive thing... because 1) It would turn the playa into a giant litterbox and ruin the whole Leave No Trace.... and 2) That dust would kill any animal after a week of being that close to the ground without a mask on..... that dust gets everywhere.... you get the Burner cough by the end of the week....

Perry is pretty healthy. At the motel, they fed him cat food - so he wasn't living off garbage or mice or anything like that (which cuts down on a lot of diseases)... Since he wasn't on a farm or in the country, not so worried about ticks - but definitely worried about mites and worms and all the regular kitty-things. Once we settle in, I will have him him neutered and get him a check-up... and all that jazz...

I did find out the other day that he is absolutely terrified of dogs... Totally unlike himself, he bit me on my hand when a photographers dog got too close... it is super infected.... Pat keeps making me clean it... I figure in a few days it will clear up...

Hahaha... that cart boy was the bestest...! Triple A did not understand how horrific the situation was - the manager was worried about liability... here is this cart-boy, all upset that I am upset... and he saved the day.... I am going to send him a gift card or something.... he is fantastic. He is his own Superman...ha

doctor e said...

I keep getting sign after sign that I need to get a cat. This post is just one more....

Safe travels, my friend.

E.

SJRene said...

Ah, to be a cart boy and rescue a lady in distress..... The kind of cart boy that happens to have a slim jim with him probably just points to a past of Boy Scout preparedness, with a streak of animal lover. Enjoy Perry! Cats come to us in these ways - you are both lucky!
Rene

Deanna said...

That is so awesome that hes so good on the road. Like I said on twitter, my cat was suprisingly amazing when my boyfriend and I took a roadtrip to Massachusets and got used to using the litterbox in the car so fast, it was crazy! I hope everything goes well and when I get down to Austin Ill be happy to babysit the little cutie if you ever need it!
:)