(Sigh)
I bet it
was great! I didn't go. Blame my kitty.
You see, the afternoon of the show, my cat Lucas came inside, and I noticed a bare patch on his back. There was quite a sizeable wound there, and it was bleeding. But he didn't seem to mind. He wasn't picking at it or anything. He wasn't giving me any signs that he was in pain.
So I called the vet, and he told me to bring Luke down right away. The vet examined the spot. Turns out Lucas was bitten by another animal. But like I said, he wasn't crying or didn't seem to be in pain. In fact, he was just settling down for a nap when I first noticed the wound.
So the vet put Lucas out, then cut around the wound. He cleaned it, and told me to give him a pill twice a day, and to dab the wound twice a day with hydrogen peroxide.
This whole adventure happened in late afternoon. By the time I got home, there would be no way I'd be able to make it in time for the show, and I certainly didn't want to show up late. So I called Joe and Sue (the two friends I was going with) and told them the situation. They said no problem, they would have a good time!
At least the cat is all right.
But I'm sure I missed out on quite a show!