"Okay."  She turns to Cricket.  "How are you feeling?"

"Damp."

"Do you want me to ask Ian to get the hair dryer?  Then you could be fluffy and warm.  - It is very loud though if you don't like that."

"I would try the hair dryer."

"IAAAAAAAAAAN."

IAAAAAAAAAAN enters the study where the three of them have convened.  " - Princess?"

"Oh, I didn't mean to worry you.  Come along," she instructs, leading him to the bathroom and pawing at a cabinet.

". . . You want the - " Ian turns back towards Cam.  "Does she want the hair dryer?"

"Yes, she has talked Cricket into trying it for his dampness." Cam puts Cricket aside and gets the hair dryer.

"I'll go get everyone else - " and she trots off to the living room.

"I WANNA TRY."  The thu-thu-thuhthu-thu-thu-thu of kitten running preceeds Gabbie's entrance.  She comes to a sliding stop and looks up at Cam.  "Hi."

"Hi, Gabbie." Hair dryer out and plugged in. Aimed at Cricket.

Oh Cricket quite likes being hairdryered actually.

Gabbie does NOT.  Or rather she doesn't stick around to find out; she rescampers back away once it's turned on and even a little close to her, then peeks her head back around the corner to observe from a safe distance.

Her family members join her and then approach more slowly.  The mom lets Cam dry her if he pleases and Tenor allows it but only if it's from several feet away and not directed at his head.

Harrumph. Cricket doesn't love having to share his Twoleg but he is all dry now at least.

The other ex-sheltered cats, being already dry, don't take up too much of Cam's attention.

Princess does though!  She rubs on his shins and calves and puts her paws up on his knee to balance closer to the blow dryer.

Harrumph.

"I'm glad the mom cat appears to have been retrieved without incident," Cam mentions to Ian.

"It wasn't too hard with Ivy's coaching, really.  You're doing a jailbreak for the rest of them tonight?"

"Guess so, yeah."

"There was one lady there, another tortoiseshell, who seemed pretty sure it was her turn and seemed kind of upset when we left with Ms. Cleo."  He gestures in the general direction of the mama.  "If I wasn't just imagining it."

"One of them was really nervous about being killed but Ivy says it's a no-kill shelter, and down three cats today I'm not particularly worried anyone will get put down before I walk in and take them all."

"Ah.  Princess might have told her the plan but either way she didn't seem too happy."