I have been begging J. to get a harness/leash for our kitty for mooooonths. On every day that I am off of work and it is sunny out, I dream about taking Gilly to the park, having a picnic, and going for long walks. My husband thinks I am crazy, but I am one lucky gal and as much as I am nuts, he is nuts for me.
So, after him coming home from work today, waking me from my slumber (hey, I worked night shift) with a boastful, "Let's go for a walk!" I thought he was just a bit crazy, too. I was sleeeeeping. As I cracked my right eye open, he flopped a bright blue harness and leash on me, and faster than you can say "cat picnic" I was out of bed throwing on walk-appropriate clothing.
Our little girl being very cautious as she ventures outside
Before going on a full-scale walk, we thought we'd head into the backyard first (she loves playing out here for hours during her almost-daily "exploring time")
She kinda sat there...
...and sat there
So we carried her down the driveway to see what she would do.
Gilly with Daddy (:
After a few minutes of a "walk" (i.e. us practically dragging her), she found a spot to sit.
And continue sitting.
Feeling inspired, I ran inside to get her octopus - the carrot on the horse's head theory, right?
But instead of running to catch it, she laid on the ground and played with octopus.
My dreams of outdoor cat-filled afternoons aren't completely ruined. Tonight a friend told us similar stories about her cat when she initially tried walking him, but now he loves going on long walks! Stay tuned.
