After flying in the belly of an airplay from WY to MA, riding in a car in their carriers for a couple of hours, after sitting locked in the agent's room at the airport in their carriers for several hours, the motel room, with three kids, a dog, two birds and two adults, seemed relatively nice to them. Actually they adapted quite well. They got used to being loaded up each morning as I drove Rog to work and the kids to school, then to the soon-to-be-landlady's house for the dog and them to stretch a bit. I also took them to the park on leashes. Eventually, I felt safe leaving them at the motel until I got done dropping everyone off and would walk them there. They were a great group of cats.