Giving up on the idea of punching Quicksilver to the moon, Henry calmly accepted his Chicago tour.
There had actually been a small hiccup during the process. Kitty, who lacked legal ownership documents in Illinois, had briefly made Chicago residents and police quite nervous. They had nearly called animal control to seize her by force.
After producing the legal documents from California and New York State, along with citing a few obscure Illinois statutes that even the Chicago police did not know well, they finally kept Kitty from being taken away by animal control.
But on one condition: Kitty could not stroll down the streets like she had in New York. Letting a tiger appear on a crowded street with nothing but an iron chain restraining her was undoubtedly pushing ordinary people past their limits.
That left Kitty with no choice but to stay in the RV. For a large predator, an unfamiliar place with insufficient room to move was certainly no good cage.
If Henry and the others wanted to leave Kitty in the RV while they went out to have fun, they had better be prepared to come back to a demolished home.
As a result, their itinerary in downtown Chicago had to be compressed, and some of it even had to be canceled. Otherwise, someone would have to stay in the vehicle and keep Kitty company.
Even though Kitty could now understand what humans said with the help of the Tiger Language Translator, understanding the words and grasping their meaning were two different things.
A tiger's brain was not like a human's. She could not follow instructions and suppress her instincts. Most of the time, animals were still driven by instinct and grew uneasy in unfamiliar places.
In the end, Henry and the others left downtown Chicago