This is some random cat wearing a harness.
This is me, wearing a simple collar.
I didn't like the
red harness Bonnie got me a few years ago, and I don't like a leash at all. But my new collar is fine. When I wear it, Bonnie takes me out in the grass, and I can sit and look around while smelling the fresh air and feeling the sunshine. I don't know why she won't let me off that leash so I can explore better. Bonnie calls it "walking the cat." I don't walk, though. Mostly I just plop down in the grass and watch everything around me. And when I move, I crouch and creep forward like I'm sneaking up on something.
Clawdia, 'til next time
>^..^<
2 comments:
It is funny to think of cats on a leash, but you are smart to do it so Clawdia doesn't run away.
Sorry, Clawdia, but I think Helen means that comment for me, not you, even though you did write this post. Helen's right, and now you know why I don't turn you loose: I'm afraid you'd run away and I don't want to lose you.
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