Every morning my cat Puddin gets on the sink while I fix my hair and cries until I stroke her back. When I return to what I’n doing, she starts up again until I stroke her back. We go through the ritual every weekday and it lasts until I turn the sink on, at which time she drinks out of it and stops bugging me for awhile. Some days it seems like everything around me, my responsibilities and my commitments, are just more cats on the sink crying for my attention. Get involved in preparing for a convention and you will learn a new appreciation for the volunteer efforts of the organizers.