It's been a few days since I posted, but believe me, I haven't been idle! I can always find ways to get into heaps of trouble.
This morning, my she-person took me out on the leash and figured if I showed any inclination to walk, we'd walk. I didn't, so she fastened me to the arm of her chair while I moseyed around tasting the clumps of grass near the patio. But then, all of a sudden I realized that I know how to get out of my harness, and I did. I jumped backwards, got loose, and high-tailed it under the motorhome. When my people couldn't get me to come out, they banged on the side of the RV to scare me, then they squirted me with the water hose. Yikes!
That just about scared the shine off my fur!
There's not a harness made that will keep me from getting loose. And it's not like I want to get away from them. Not me. Do I have stupid written on my black brow? I think not! I know where my food comes from, and I don't intend to get too far from the pantry or the hands that feed me. But I would like to not be attached by the neck to a leash so that I can explore a little. Can't a cute, cuddly little boy like me have some freedom? Meow -w-w-w.
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