Oklahoma City in mid-March is dull and grey with a thick drizzle coming down. It's emphatically not a vacation spot, as this Soviet-style architecture suggests. Emmett, however, has not the slightest difficulty in making himself at home in a nameless hotel - one in which we know from previous trips and well tested experience that we can smuggle in cats, straight from the car parking structure into the elevators and up to a higher floor, without them ever passing within sight of the front desk.
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