On my list of things I should do before I die, nowhere does it mention crawling under a hotel bed. But since it was either that or leave my cat in Dayton, OH, that is exactly how I started my third day of the trek back east. To make matters worse, the hotel was a little bit sketchy and the entire room, from the carpet, to the towels, to the bed felt damp. Not cool, hotel, not cool. I still have no idea how that stupid animal got under there, since the bed frame was a metal platform and the box spring was locked into it, but he did. He is lucky I like him, because that was really the last thing I wanted to be doing this morning, or ever for that matter.