I was done with work, had my dinner, and was sitting outside. I called my mom, asking where she was, and heard an odd noise in the background. She told me she had my honey with her and would be there soon. I thought she was talking about my neice. Nope, she rolls up holding my cat. On the ride home I held her close to me and she was a looooooottttt calmer. Her tail was still puffed but she stared out the window.

My cat is currently addicted to the garage. We have bells attached to the garage door, and she rings it when she wants it opened for her. We've found out that if she's in the house or garage and you ring the bells, she'll come in/out. Really awesome way to find her, she's really attached to those bells and the freedoms that come to them.