Mmm, this brings back memories of my Mary when she was younger. She and her sister Holly were always into some kind of mischief. They were such a pair (Holly unfortunately passed away a couple of years ago). When they got themselves into too much trouble, we would also lock them in the bathroom to cool down, but instead of escaping they would pull out the drawers next to the door and essentially lock US out from them, then get into as much mischief as they wanted in there. Now that Mary's older, she loves cuddles and wants to press herself right up to you at every possible moment. She's so calm and just stalks around like a formal queen.