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 man with one arm answered the door, his wife was all wrapped up in bed sleeping. Bought the Motel five months prior. 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. The meth kids were trying to burn one of the kitten's whiskers off with a lighter - Being the way that I am, I just walked right by the kids and without saying a word, I grabbed the kitten out of their hands and walked right back into my room. 

I ended up inviting all the kittens in a for a kitten party! I lured them in with pizza. Three of the kittens were feral and skittish -They wanted Out. The other two were 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 neighbors bile-puking - gut wrenching - so so loud - spattering all over the floor. Both the kittens were meowing at the door so I let them out.

Next morning, opened the door of my room - And there was that adorable kitten - Sitting on the hood of the mustang.

Come on!? What was I supposed to do!? I wanted to save them all but it would have been impossible. So many stray cats in Dayton. Before loading the kitten into my car, I asked the owner of the Motel if I was OK if I took her. He said, "Yes. Please give her a good home" and handed me a baggy of cat food. I didn't want to tell him that I don't have a home. 

Originally my plan was to find her a good home on the road. Maybe with a photographer or another model. But the more that I get to know her, I think that she can handle the roadtrip life. She loves everyone - great with the litterbox - super chill. Motel 6 is cat friendly! - Patrick always joked that the first animal we adopted would be called, "Perrydactyl" (god knows why he chose that name).... so now - we have a five month old kitten named Perrydactyl - Perry for short. This changes SO much. I cannot even explain to you. I now need to plan pet-friendly places for every city that I stop at for modeling.