I came home tonight to hear the most wonderful news on my answering machine: my friend won't be dropping off her cat for a few days. Don't get me wrong. I love cats. However, I know that cats aren't good at handling change. Of any kind. This cat, in particular, has a tendency to freak out when faced with something new, which is perfectly understandable but a little frightening if you're her potential host. I had pictured the cat either refusing to come out from under my bed for the next few days or trashing the place. My biggest fear was that she would pee on my Sherlockiana collection. It's happened before, though it was several years ago and a different cat. I also wasn't looking forward to coordinating a meeting with my friend as she is one of the most disorganized people I've ever met. For those of you who have suffered through previous posts about my high school friends, she's the one who has no concept of time, so planning anything with her is a hassle. Oh, and I can only imagine what it would have been like having to move all that stuff up to my apartment. We're talking the cat, the litter box, the litter to go inside the box, and cat food at the very least. Anywaaaaaay, my friend originally wanted me to look after her cat because she was going to clean her carpets and was afraid that Kala would lick them and get sick. Then my friend decided to do something radical and actually talk to someone at Home Depot about it. Turns out the carpet cleaner isn't harmful to pets, though the guy at Home Depot said that my friend could put her cat in the bathroom for a few hours if she had concerns.
I realize this probably doesn't seem like a big deal, but I've got PMS (Yes, again. I'm beginning to think my mom is right and there are only three days a month when I don't have it.) so I've lost the ability to cope with pretty much everything. And I've been fretting about the cat-sitting since Sunday when my friend dumped this on me. Although I was still having issues with her, I accepted an invitation to lunch at her place. It was going surprisingly well until I sat on the floor to play with the cat, and S mentioned to us that she would need someone to look after Kala. Although I knew it would end up being me, I kept my mouth shut while my two other friends said they couldn't take the cat. Then S turned to me and said, "What about you, Aunty C?" Well, really. What was I supposed to do? I had no excuse for why I couldn't take the cat. To make matters worse, S wanted me to take Kala on Wednesday. I asked if she meant the next Wednesday as surely this Wednesday was a little short notice, even for her. No, she meant this Wednesday. To make a long story a tiny bit shorter, S postponed the drop-off until Thursday. Then she cancelled on Thursday because she had a migraine. Tonight's excuse has already been covered. *g*
I have to confess that S almost managed to trap me a second time. I was so happy and relieved that I wouldn't have to take Kala that I almost let my guard down. It was only when S mentioned that she was trying to take apart her desk and would need help moving it (and other boxes) down to storage that I went on the alert. I immediately told her that I wasn't at all mechanical and would be even more hopeless at taking the desk apart, which is actually the truth -- more or less. When she mentioned the other boxes she would need to move, I returned to the subject of the desk and her need to find someone who could figure it out. She said that what she needed was a boy -- or a female friend who was mechanical. In case, she hadn't got the hint, I wished her good luck with moving everything and cleaning the carpet. Then I ended the call. I figure she can bug those other two friends who couldn't take her cat.
I'm sure that won't be the end of it, but it's not as if she'll be able to reach me because I have no intention of answering the phone when she calls. Oh, she has tried to thwart those of us with caller ID because she's withheld her number. However, she's the only person I know who has gone to this kind of trouble, so whenever I see "Withheld" I know it's her.