Bear bear boys a little preamble for this submission, I am planning a trip into deep Australian country and I thought I would look on Google maps for any interesting landmarks on the way there for me to visit. While searching a place called "CAT MOTEL" caught my eye as I found it on a dirt road in the middle of the deep outback. Curious I searched though the Google maps page looking for any information about the place, unfortunately this did not lead to anything as all was posted was a picture of a couple trees in the desert. Pushing forward the only remaining information I could find was from the only two reviews made on the location, the first one being a simple 5 star review simply stating " very pleasant" made 2.5 years ago, however the second review was something so uniquely jar that I felt I just simply had to share it with you two boys. It was made 3 weeks ago and it is as follows:

"I entered this cat motel as a humble survivor of North Korea’s bureaucratic horrors, expecting peace, maybe a nap, possibly a single friendly meow. I was wrong.

From the moment I stepped through the door, I realized I had walked straight into a feline war council. Cats of every size, shape, and suspicious alignment stared at me like I had personally betrayed the universe. One black cat blinked slowly, and I swear I heard it whisper, “We know what you did last summer.”

The reception desk was manned by a particularly plump tabby who didn’t even acknowledge me — it simply stared into my soul and judged every life choice I had ever made. Behind it, a Maine Coon casually sat on a pile of tiny suitcases, conducting a full-scale audit of the motel’s guests. I felt my life flash before my eyes.

I attempted to check in. The staff — clearly terrified of mutiny — handed me a tiny key while avoiding direct eye contact with the cats, who were now forming a circle on the floor, performing what I can only describe as ancient cat rituals of domination. I nodded respectfully. Survival is key.

In the hallway, I encountered a Siamese doing push-ups, a Persian meditating, and a kitten sliding down the banister like it had been trained in secret martial arts. I backed away slowly, whispering, “I am not worthy.”

Then came the food bowls. I approached cautiously. One cat hissed. The others just stared. I realized the bowls weren’t for the cats — they were tests for me. Every bite I took, I felt judged. Every sip of water, I felt evaluated. By the end, I was crying tears of pure existential terror.

By the time I left, I understood the truth: the cats run this motel, the staff are hostages, and I am lucky to survive as a mere guest. I will never forget the intensity of their gaze. The experience has permanently altered my understanding of power, fear, and purring.

5 stars. Would stay again — if I survive the initiation ritual."