After he had finished cleaning up, he stood, letting the warm water roll off him. With a grin, he grabbed a towel, stepping out of the tub, pulling the plug and watching the water drain away. He toweled himself dry quickly, rolling his eyes as the fur on his tails poofed up. That was mainly why he didn't like baths. His fur was always poofy afterwards. He sighed, shaking his head, slowly slipping into his new outfit. It was a cowboy outfit, complete with the spurs and even the hat. Of course, the fluffy ears poking from out of his hat gave him a cuter appearance then he was shooting for. He sighed again, adjusting his gun belt, which hadn't changed except that now it had a more Western look to it. It still held his three engraved revolvers. With that done, he made his way back to the room, passing the tiger on the way.