My fiance picked up Remy from the Humane Society this afternoon and took her home. The moment he opened the carrier, she darted out to the deck and went strolling on the railing--three stories up --showing off her cute blue e-collar. It took him 45 minutes to catch her and get her into the "recovery room" (aka the front bathroom).

When I got in from choir rehearsal and visited her, she was a bit unsteady on her feet, but had managed to get her collar off.

She's gonna be fine.