I put some photos up over at Flickr. This one is my favorite. (Click to enlarge.)
But I love that this and this happen. Also, we took Tucker out on a leash. That was fun. And Tobyjoe’s vespa started right up! We’re gonna be scootin’ in no time!
I put some photos up over at Flickr. This one is my favorite. (Click to enlarge.)
But I love that this and this happen. Also, we took Tucker out on a leash. That was fun. And Tobyjoe’s vespa started right up! We’re gonna be scootin’ in no time!
Excellent picture of Tobyjoe!
Did you say Vespa?? Whoohoo!
Aww! Did Tucker have a good time outside? Did you get any strange looks for having a cat out on a leash? I took Simon for a walk on a leash once (in the suburbs here), but he had no interest in sticking to the sidewalk, and I felt kinda ridiculous. Tornado Kitty is too big for the harness, so she has been spared. :)
Katie, Tucker seemed to enjoy it until a big SUV drove by. Then, he got a little spooked. He’s a brave man. He liked to chase little bugs.
We took Pookum out as well. She didn’t enjoy it as much. Schmitty is WAY too big for our leash. :] We have to get him a dog’s leash, methinks.
Oh, and YES, people did double and triple takes trying to figure out if we were actually walking the cat. :] Cats are more like dogs than people give credit.
We used to put Gonzo out on a really long leash to let him play in the yard and eat grass and puke up the grass unattended for hours. One day he got loose. We looked and looked for him and later found him several blocks down the street running like the wind with the entire leash dragging behind him.
Missy, that story never, ever, ever gets old. Tell it again.
I love telling it. I love telling any Gonzo story, in fact. Like the two times he caught on fire. Or when he got caught in the dryer.
Gonzo used up his nine lives well.
I totally wish I had met the feller. He and tucker would have been friends. Surely.
Undoubtedly.
Once when Kerry was in college, her cat Max was outside chilling on the front lawn of her apartment building when a stray golden retriever came lumbering dopily down the street. Apparently there was a party going on across the street with a lot of college kids, and everyone saw the dog pause and take notice of Max as he stood up and puffed himself up. Everyone knew what the dog was thinking: oh shit. And just like that, the dog took off down the street with Kerry’s cat chasing him. I bet that dog never lived down the humiliation of being chased by a cat.
Another cat, Milly, used to accompany us years later when we lived in rural western New York and would go hiking down the ravine that abutted our back yard. She followed us as we hiked about a mile to a small waterfall downstream. She was the best cat ever and would charge out of the bushes when I came home from work and would leap onto my shoulder to claw me an drool. I bawled like a baby when we had to put her down.
I’ll have to be doused with Xanax the day I say goodbye to any of the cats. :[ They were my best friends when I was most down.
Plus, I mean, they’re freaking hilarious and fuzzy.
I tried kitties on a leash once. They fell flat to the floor and stuck there. No leashes, no more.
That pic of Toby Joe reminds me of an old Annie Liebowitz shot of Jack Nicholson. Very cool. Also… I love and desire Toby’s scooter.