You nod to agree, and apologize for breaking the hotel rules.

You walk fifteen feet the the metal garbage can along the wall near the brochures and press the foot pedal to raise the lid.

As you grab the cat to lowering it into the bin, Jocelin races towards you and scoops the cat into her arms, cradling it like a baby as she stares at you with a furrowed brow. The cat sneezes.

Marsha walks up, placing the cat back into your arms “You can keep the cat, just please, go back to your room.”