Several years ago, my kitty Casper had a bad case of diarrhea. So, I closed one end of the shower and bathed him from the other end, where I could block his exit. He did very well, all things considered. As soon as we were done, I set him on a towel on the toilet seat from which he immediately bolted - and went straight to hide at the back of the kitty box under the bathroom counter, getting coated with clumping cat litter. I had to give him another bath. But, I turned the opening of the cat box against the wall before the second time and we survived. He did forgive me, eventually. He doesn't hold grudges.
Wow...those pictures are effing amazing. Just when I think that you couldn't be even more stunning...
I was kinda weird when I was in university (although there's really nothing wrong with being "weird"), so I understand your apprehension.
On an unrelated note, I just started reading a book about the history of tulips (their march westward from central Asia, the Ottoman fascination with them, and how they became so damn popular in Holland). It's quite an interesting read so far.
She's gorgeous! Yeah, I am very happy.. almost too happy. Somebody needs to knock me down a notch, j/k! I kinda hate when that happens, as far as running into people and that awkward "do I know you from...?", thing. At least the part where I'm standing there all "A-duh...". Can't wait to see what you've got in store for us!
But, I turned the opening of the cat box against the wall before the second time and we survived. He did forgive me, eventually. He doesn't hold grudges. 
And thanks for readin'= its the same girl that went missing so it's realllly complicated...
xoxox