Last night I awoke in a panic. It occurred to me that I don't know what to do with my cat on day 3 of the exam. We have to check out of the hotel by 11. Momma's friend is taking her to "an old lady tea house" which is cool; they'll have fun. But what will happen to Biggs? He can't hang out in a car all afternoon, and I can't have him with me. Can you imagine what the Ethics Committee would say if I should up to the MBE with my cat? Unless Momma's friend is willing to take him to her house for the afternoon, I am completely screwed. I don't know why this didn't occur to me until last night.
I really, really don't want to leave Biggs with my dad. Sure, he adores Biggs, but he also has a very short temper and a tendency to yell at, or hit, cats. It took me years to train fear out of my Biggs, and I know all my hard work can be ruined in 3 days. Still, what's my other option? Lay out an unbelieveable amount of food and pray he'll be OK in the apartment alone? I wish there were someone nearby who could come check on him. But none of my friends live close enough, and the one that days is extremely allergic to cats.
So, I'm planning to leave in 3 hours, and I have to sort this out.
For the problem solved, remember when I was talking about the perfume I want? It also occurred to me last night that I have a $75 gift card to Nordstrom, so I'll only have to cover the additional $15 plus shipping charges. Hooray! I will get myself a "ding, dong, the bar's over" present after all!
Wish me copious amounts of luck. I'm really nervous. But I'm trying to fake calm. After all, it is just a test. Right?
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