At two this afternoon, I am going to take Minnie in to a very small and fairly exclusive adoption center. I have all her papers ready to go and while I know that this is a much better position for her to be in than locked in my bathroom, I am still starting to feel a Judas (and not in a sexy David McCallum sort of way, either). this will depend upon whether or not they will accept her and that's where I need to good thoughts. This will mean the difference between a life in luxury or one that isn't.
I know I've asked for so much of your good wishes already, but if you have a spare one or two, I could really use them now.