Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Stepping Out With Wylla Stout - Deep in the Springs of Cave Springs
Overall, our trip was smooth sailing. Wylla traveled easy, the weather was incredible, there were no snow closures on the pass, no flat tires or speeding tickets. It was easy-breezey except for a wee incident at the Cave Springs Motel.
The Cave Springs Motel, nestled near Mt Shasta in Dunsmuir, Ca, is a bit of a time capsule. Most of the fixtures and furniture are original to the motel, which I'm guessing was built around 1968. It's a fine place offering wonderful amenities like VCRs and air. Most important of all, it's pet-friendly.
We spent the night there, and while were packing up and getting ready to head over to Craig's aunt and uncle's house for breakfast, Wylla was just hanging out, doing kittenish things.
The accidental slamming of a door sent her scurrying and scrambling under the bed. We were surprised - normally she's unflappable and rarely startles like that.
We finished loading up the car, expecting she would make an appearance soon, but she stayed under the bed. We couldn't easily fish her out - the bed sat on a wooden platform. There was only a small gap between the bed and the wall - large enough for a kitten pass through, but not large enough for us to get under there and grab her. Of course everything in the room was bolted down, so nothing could be moved to make access easier, so we waited. And then we realized she wasn't under the bed, she was IN the bed. She found a hole in the box springs, and burrowed deep into the queen-sized bed.
We called and called for her. She responded with tiny muffled peeps, but didn't come out. She was deep in the springs in Cave Springs.
We tapped a spoon on a can of her food, we waved her feather wand near the hole, but she wouldn't budge. I went to the car and came back with her favorite treat - a nutritional supplement that comes in a tube. I gave the tube a squeeze, and once the delicious scent made its way to her, she climbed out.
She had a few linty bits stuck to her coat and whiskers, but she was fine. Of course, after waiting for an hour for her to come out, our nerves were a little rattled.
Lesson learned. At the next hotel, we inspected the mattress before releasing the cat and stuffed hotel towels in any holes in the box springs.