There were four of us with rooms in a row and the last room happened to be the outside corner, which was inhabited by a tech who liked to keep her room really hot and humid. Conveniently, the kittens couldn’t regulate their own body temperature yet and needed heat, so we put them in her room, knowing that the day before, housekeeping had ignored the do not enter sign and experienced for themselves just how gross (temperature and archaeology-wise) the room was. We banked on them not wanting to do that again. Since it was the very corner room, we also didn’t have to worry about other guests hearing the surprisingly piercing kitten cries all night.
The last night in the field, we decided to get the kittens used to being separated, so I took my two to my room in a couple of stacked handscreens. That’s my computer’s power supply wrapped in a towel to provide warmth.
However, my room was at the other end of our block, right next to civilians. And the kittens would not stop meowing all night. I gave them food, I gave them warmth, I did everything I could think of, but they just wanted their siblings. I spent a lot of that night in the bathtub with the door closed in the hopes that it would muffle them from the neighbors. It must have worked, because we didn’t get any complaints from the hotel staff and we snuck them out in a covered box to the work truck the next day to go back to the office. (We couldn’t ever take them to the field and just leave them in the truck because in Texas, September is August Part Two and it’s well over 100 in unattended vehicles.)