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.