Today, we officially joined the ranks of the neighborhood wierdos.
Today, we put a leash on our cat, and took him outside.
This cat is the cat that is constantly trying to get outside. He’s managed twice, so far, in his life to get out. Each time, he immediately ran under our neighbor’s bushes and sat there.
So today, we put the leash on. He actually did not resist the collar, or the leash. I took him to the door – the same door he tries to bolt out of when it is open – and he sat there looking out. And sat there. And sat there.
Finally, I picked him up and put him outside. He immediately slinked back toward the door, only to find it closed. Finally, he began to explore, and headed straight for the bushes. With the leash, I was able to keep him from going under them, but he then spent the next 5 minutes rolling in dirt.
My daughter wanted to hold the leash, but with the cat a little freaked out, I didn’t want her to choke him, accidentally or otherwise. Eventually, she got bored and went with Ms. Kaz across the street to say hello to “friend doggy”.
What amazed me is that the cat didn’t mind the leash. I remember my mother trying this stunt with out cats when I was younger, and the cat immediately dropped and began clawing and chewing at the leash. My guess is that, after a few times out, he’ll be comfortable with the outside, then he’ll focus on the leash.
I can’t wait to be “that guy who walks his cat”.