Doom Scheduled

My doom is scheduled for tomorrow. The bunnies have decided to spend the day baking, so they can potentially help the human with CD burning on Friday. Oh, I am so doomed! They've even got a little apron out, that they're sure will fit me perfectly! What if some other cat sees me in an apron? I will never live the embarrassment down! And then there's all the baking they have planned. I can feel my fur drying out from the heat just thinking about it? Why, oh why, did the human have to fall ill, and worse, why did she have to accept the bunnies' offer to take over for her?