Mayflower Hotel
I would never follow a stranger into their hotel room in New York, but I could tell that she was not some evil ax murderer, and she did have this huge bowl of extremely unappetizing green goop that must have been for someone that was not human. She asked me to be very quiet, because they had just gotten in, and her mother was resting. The corner suites at the Mayflower all have separate living rooms, so I sat down on the couch, and heard her talking softly to her mother through the crack of the bedroom door. Just then, I saw an eye through the crack, which quickly disappeared. My pulse thickened, I couldn't believe I was about to see, and possibly pet a baby West African Lion. The door opened, and she came out and said, he'll be out in a couple of minutes. He likes to be where all the attention is, but also insists on doing things his own pace. When he came out, he was clearly not only the king of the jungle, but of the hotel as well. He was the cutest little kitty you could ever imagine, and much larger than most full-grown cats.
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