Oh! The weight of responsibility...

So, I'm house sitting this weekend. There are, naturally, some associated benefits- such as having the whole house to myself for an ENTIRE 4 days! (Not to mention that it also comes with a fridge with a free bottle of sav blanc, a very comfortable bed and a bathroom with a spa.)

So I get home from work on Friday to start my wonderfully solitary weekend... and set the alarm off. I speedily click the button on my keys and the alarm turns off- but not before the house-owner has been alerted. She gives me a worried call and I try to assert myself as a responsible person, lest she tell me to get out of her house right now and arranges another house-sitter. "Yes, yes, I can do it. Please. I won't set off the alarm ever again. I promise."

I hang up the phone and go to feed the cat. She didn't run in when I put the food out so I go to look for her- she's stuck up on a fence somewhere. And she won't come down.... Why am I so vividly reminded of my second day at work where I broke the laminator??

I've left the cat up there- what more can I do? Do you think I should buy a new one? (It worked with the laminator...)