Go home and take a nap!

Out of nowhere you yawn hugely, and realize you are exhausted. You haven't slept in most of two days, not counting that little blackout you had in the curio shop, and you are flat out beat. You find a public computer access terminal and book a cab with your bank card, the number of which you have memorized, and a few minutes later a yellow and white cab pulls up to the curb. You get in, and the driver, a white guy with a Bronx accent, asks you for your address, which you give him without a qualm.

Fifteen minutes later you are awoken by a loud buzz and told that you have arrived, you get out and thank him, having put a 25% tip on your card already, and stagger upstairs to your apartment which opens with a hand print scan, like most of those in the city. You stagger in and peal out of the sweat soaked one piece bathing suit, and collapse into bed, exhausted beyond anything you have felt since graduating with your bachelors in accounting, your little 'catnap' in the taxi only serving to have made you MORE tired, and given you strange dreams that you cannot now recall. By the time your head hits the pillow you are already falling asleep and have only one thought before you are out: "I have to call Reed in the morning..."

When you wake it is still dark, and looking at your bedside clock you realize a scant two hours have passed. You still feel like you've been run through a wringer, but no longer 'sleepy' per-say, just worn out. ~Great, so I SLEEP like a cat now too!~ You think as you pad out to your kitchen and fix something to eat, in this instance a bacon, egg, and cheese omelet. You eat it slowly, savoring each bite and the relative degree of normalcy it brings you, but after 5 or six minutes feel wretchedly ill and stagger to the bathroom to hurl.

After you're body is done sending your meal back out the way it came you go online and look up why you would have just vomited, from which you shortly discover something you didn't know you knew about cats. ~Most cats can't digest milk products? I thought you were supposed to give them cream to drink...~ You think with a large amount of confusion and a small amount of horror. Further reading reminds you that cats are 'obligate carnivores' they almost exclusivity eat meat, eggs, and other protein rich foods, their only consumption of plant materials being with it already half digested in the stomachs and small intestines of their prey! ~No more tomato sandwiches?!? No more BREAD?!? What the hell kind of curse IS this?!" You think horrified, as you contemplate a future where your food options largely consist of 'Beef, Chicken, or Fish?' After searching your memory for more information and dodges around this horrific 'all meat all the time' diet you eventually feel sleepy again and crawl back into bed, reasoning that if you are going to have to eat like this you might as well just buy giant bags of premium cat food, it will be a lot cheaper.

You wake again with the gray light of dawn beginning to tint the eastern sky and stretch lazily, Mr Waller wont be awake yet, so you can't give him the good news, but you can do something that you do most every morning when you wake up, and that is go for a run! You put on your sports bra and jogging shorts, which ride scandalously low on your ass thanks to your tail, but you hold them up as far as they will go and keep them there with a ponytail holder over your tail and a safety pin, and get ready to go running.