‘Yes, sir,’ said Lemmy. ‘And your name?’
‘Mr Grayson,’ said the cat. ‘I want a quiet room. No disturbances. A saucer of milk left outside my door at sunrise, and breakfast at seven a.m.. Litter tray, not toilet – cleaned twice daily.’
‘Certainly, sir,’ said Lemmy, hastily filling out the entry in the guestbook.