Goes to The Ivey's Hotel
IN CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA...
Grumpy Cat stayed at the city's most glamorous luxury boutique, The Ivey's Hotel. She hated it. And so, we helped her craft a purrfectly Ill-tempered travelogue to document each disgruntled step of her stay.
I arrived at the one of a kind boutique Ivey's Hotel for a luxurious 3 night stay.
The staff was professional, friendly and eager to accommodate.
All of these traits, I happen to hate.
Guests typically gather in the lobby to admire the elegant design and decor,
which I quickly put a stop to by inconveniently napping in the middle of the floor.
Though I might look lost, I knew exactly how to find my room.
I was just shedding some fur for the hotel staff to broom.
The front desk sent me a lovely bouquet of flowers to smell.
I had officially entered my own personal hell.
Regarding these freshly baked cookies, it is true that I ate them.
But that did not change the fact that I hate them.
Next I took a tour of Sofia’s Lounge, a space where royal opulence meets a vintage touch of Parisian flair.
I retreated to the exclusive Library Lounge to curl up with a novel from the hotel's private collection of books.
The perfect perch for giving other guests discouraging looks.
I frowned by a map. I grew despondent on a chair.
I made a grown man cry with just an off-putting stare.
The woman who delivered my room service said she recognized me from memes.
I advised her to promptly give up on her dreams.
My stay was not entirely joyless.
I did enjoy using this gigantic toilet.
The fine Italian bedding was soft, cozy and not the slightest bit lumpy.
Even still, The Ivey’s Hotel is a pretty great place to be grumpy.