Saffron gave me one large meltdown, only 5 days after we adopted her. I left the apartment after coming back to have lunch with Saffron and Tony on Veteran's Day, and she must have slipped out between my legs without me noticing! Tony noticed about 30 minutes later that she wasn't causing trouble around the house, and promptly freaked out and began his search.
Poor Tony searched for her for about 4 hours until I can home, and completely went out of my mind. I need to calm it down. I can't go crying in Von's (supermarket) and Subway over a cat I've only known for a few days. But...I love her, and I couldn't help it. Seriously, poor Tony.
She came back on her own, 11 hours after she'd scooted out. Tony happened to open up the apartment's front door, just checking to see if she maybe was looking for home, and lo and behold, she was wandering by!
We now have baby gates around the front door in an effort to at least SEE her get out the door, though they would surely not stop her.
We decided to give her a bath. She was a little dirty from her day out, and we thought it might be a way to discourage any future excursions beyond our front door.
She knew something was up.
There are no pictures of actual bath time, due to the need of two people holding her down and washing her. She didn't scratch or bite, but she did howl and try to wriggle her way out of the tub. She wasn't too keen on us drying her off. Less meowing, more running away.
It seemed as though she needed to re-bathe herself anyway.
This photo sums up her feelings about bath time very well.
She didn't hold a grudge for long.
She was ready to play with her favorite toy, "Shrimpy".
I think she may have even been dancing with joy for her cleanness. 'Cause this is Thriller!
She wasn't done showing off there, "Look ma, I can touch my toes!"
And after she was all dry, she decided to show Tony and me who's boss by climbing up on top of the dusty cabinets when we weren't paying attention. I told her smug was not a good look for her fat rolls. She didn't seem to care.