Last week we tried to take Mr. Buddy for a walk. We figured, after his last adventure, that he REALLY wanted to go outside… so we bought him a leash and a little harness.
I decided we should document his first “walk” for future amusement.
I say “walk” because it turns out that cats don’t “walk” like dogs do. For some reason, Mr. Buddy cannot equate a tug to mean “this way” or a sidewalk to mean “walk along this thing.” Instead, he putters around, tries to hide, or doesn’t move at all. And despite days of staring wistfully outside, he wanted to return as soon as we brought him out.
What can you do?
But anyway, I thought you guys might like to see Mr. Buddy in the flesh, and witness the hardships that his terrible sisters made him endure.