It’s been a while since I’ve blogged, so I’m going to ease back into it with a quick post about Latte’s latest adventure. I promise I’ll write about something other than my cat one of these days.
Ever since it’s stopped snowing outside, we’ve been opening the french doors to the balcony and letting Latte sit inside the screen door to listen to all the birdies, cars and people pass by.
Her new spot keeps her amused and occupied, but as we watched Latte spend days with her nose pressed against the screen door, Mike and I started feeling bad that our little blind kitty would never be able to explore the outside world. So one weekend, as Latte was taking a catnap in a patch of sun in the office, I ran to PetSmart and bought a leash and harness.
Latte was not a fan of her new gear. As soon as the harness was on, she rolled on her back and flailed her paws all over the place in an attempt to get it off. I tried to play with her, but she wanted to stay as close to the ground as possible, so walking and running didn’t go so well. She tried, frantically jumping around and hitting the furniture in the apartment.
After she began to get a little used to it, we attempted to to take her down the three flights of stairs in the apartment building and outside. About halfway down, she scrambled out of Mike’s arms and made a run for one of the apartment doors. Mike tried to pick her up, and she crazily crawled up his shoulder and to his back — where she hung on by her claws.
I tried to peel her off him, but those darn claws are sharp, and she did not want to go anywhere. There was a moment when she was scratching Mike’s back and I was holding Latte and half laughing/half stressed said “I really just don’t know what to do.”
She eventually let go and we dragged her outside, where she finally realized that we weren’t trying to kill her. She was hesitant at first and didn’t move around a lot, but seemed to enjoy scoping it out.
We brought her over to the field across the street from our apartment and walked around with her a bit (yeah, we looked like complete nutsos). She was mainly attracted to the smell of deer poop, so it was a bit of a struggle directing her, but she didn’t freak out and throw a fit when we didn’t let her go where she wanted to.
The next day, we tied her out on the balcony and let her roam around a little bit. Don’t worry, I was my normal controlling self and didn’t let her get anywhere near the edge.
When the balcony became too boring, I brought her downstairs by myself. Bringing her down there and back up was another pleasant experience, but she did better with her harness and even walked with me down a path. Yup, I might be trying to turn her into a dog.
She only got scared when someone came home and had to walk by her (it’s a good thing she couldn’t the scary looking cat was eying us from a window the entire time).
I probably looked even weirder on our second “walk” since I brought my camera and was alone. Cat lady alert. But at least she’s cute. That’s all that matters.