We got a bit of a later start than expected. Most was due to the amount of stuff which was still in the apartment. Also, we needed to ship one final box of things which would not fit into the car unless we fiddled with alternate realities. As it turns out we got to say goodbye to the office manager at Timber Hollow (who, along with the rest of the staff, later got flowers from FTD) and got onto the road by about 10:00. As was expected, the kitties were not exactly thrilled. Thena meowed loudly and often. A few times she and Gail got into a canon with Thena meowing and Gail replying. It was strange hearing her meow; usually she squeaks or makes alternate sounds. The drive was otherwise uneventful. Andy was an angel of mercy and drove the whole way so I could comfort the kitties. We got to Memphis at about 21:30 local time, but didn't get to the hotel until much later due to creative directions, construction, and the utter lack of street signs. For the first part of the trip my theme for Memphis was "Walking in Memphis" by Marc Cohn. It is now firmly "Where the Streets Have No Name" by U2.
The hotel was really cool. We got a suite with a mini-kitchen, and it had a 24 hour shop so, even though most of the restaurants were closed, we were able to dine finely on Hot Pockets. The kitties loved romping around between the sitting room and the bedroom; climbing on shelves and poking around. I didn't sleep very well, but I also didn't notice Thena wandering around. Andy says she couldn't decide where on the bed to sleep. Gail, on the other hand, picked the nook between the bedspread and where the bed's frame touched the floor. In a strange twist of fate it was easier to get Gail into her carrier than it was Thena.
Oklahoma is, as Andy has said of other states, miles and miles of miles and miles. The kitties were quieter, with Thena commenting if she heard us talking or if addressed. My sister says she saw it saying we were doing 190+ miles at one point. We never got quite that high. Partway through OK we lost our messaging capacity via cell phone, so we couldn't send updates except when we stopped. We got it back around Oklahoma City, then lost it again thereafter. Andy asked me to drive in the afternoon and took a nap, plus took his own turn at foozling the kitties. Finding the hotel in Amarillo was quite a bit easier -- we could see the bloody place, and just had to figure out how to get across an evil street. We ended up cheating. The hotel room wasn't as nice but was completely adequate for what we needed. We got to bed early, relative to the night before.
Bittersweet moment of the night: Andy pointed out that technically we were homeless. From when we turned in the keys to Timber Hollow to when we were going to pick up our keys, we really didn't have a place of our own. Now it was only an academic distinction, but still something to think of for a bit.
We weren't too worried about getting on the road in time, since we only had a few hours' driving ahead of us. Thena was far more upset than either of the prior days, and only stopped meowing when she lost her voice. Andy thinks it may have had something to do with the fact that along with the cardinal directions we also climbed at least a mile on the trip. We got into NM about 14:00 thanks to the time change early on after we crossed the border from TX to NM.