((I don’t think Mr. Gold could ever “lose his shit” so long as Figgy’s human… Here’s some fluff, even if it only mostly fits the prompt and took me forever to finish))
"Rum and my cell phone’s will be turned on-"
"-there’s a list of emergency numbers on the fridge-"
"Do not feed him after midnight-"
The nervous Mrs. Gold finally paused in her rambling to see Emma staring blankly at her.
"I’ve watched tons of kids before," she reminded her gently, "Maybe not ones that used to be cats but, yanno, still not the strangest thing I’ve done this week."
"We appreciate it," Mr. Gold said, shrugging on his jacket, "He’s pretty adjusted given the circumstances, but he still has his quirks. If he wants to go outside, let him and don’t follow. Conversely don’t let him go into the bathroom alone."
Emma stared at him, “So you’re telling me he’s not-“
"We’re working on it," Mrs. Gold murmured, "It’s been a lot of trial and error…"
"I can imagine," Emma murmured.