Due to an overwhelming number of requests…um, several requests. Okay, one request, this evening’s post turns the spotlight once more on my Purry Pal Who’s Fun To Be With, in a sort of tribute to our blog friends Curt and Duncan over at While Walking Duncan. As I mentioned last time, he really has taken to this routine of going out to explore around the yard and gets just a little miffed when the routine is disturbed, as it was the past two nights, when I had work shifts to keep me from being around for walking.
Despite the inconvenience (cause that’s what it always seems to be about with them, doesn’t it?), he’s pretty good natured and it’s not like he’s sitting around shredding furniture so his displeasure will be known when I return. No, he just likes to whine and moan out windows, and save the fabric tearing for when I’m actually home. ; )
So now, after feeding has been addressed (his, not mine), he clamors at the door for us to go out…and if I don’t pay attention, he’ll come and find out why. There’s always a little dance about the harness. He doesn’t mind it when its on, but putting it on still gets him a little skittish, so patience (the virtue) is helpful. Once he’s hitched up, tho, we are off to the races and sometimes its tough getting the apartment door closed and getting down the stairs after him.
Outside, it’s lounging on the sidewalk to start, often rolling about. I think this may be one last effort to get the harness off, but fortunately, it doesn’t work like that.
Not only did I remember to bring the camera along on our wild adventure tonight, but I also managed to make a small movie of his adventures chewing grass around the edge of the driveway garden bed (which does need some edging, a project for tomorrow’s sunny day off). I made the mistake of working the theme song from the Top Cat cartoon into the video, so YouTube has now wiped my entire audio soundtrack, and I am waiting for them to replace the soundtrack with something they have the rights for me to use from the library of the ever-delightful Spike Jones. Until that’s approved tho, we’re a silent film. Anyway, enjoy!
I was a little surprised to see just how many other YT videos there are of cats on harnesses. I hadn’t realized we were in such good company. I will say that I’m adding “Bear” as the newest nickname, after seeing the first few seconds of the video, it was clear that such a large kitty bum is really more reminiscent of Baloo than Bagheera, after all.
While we were walking about in the side yard, I’d noticed that the family renting the house next door has small children, one of whom (maybe four years old, or so) was tearing in circles around the place, no doubt his parents hoping he’d tire himself out, or turn to butter, or something. I almost died laughing when he came around the side of the house and caught sight of the cat on a leash, skidding to a stop to gape.
Badum pretended not to notice (*no eye contact), but was very aware of the little boy. He’s met them before (we know a young lad who figured out the spirit of Badum’s sound effect name, to wit: “Greg, why is Kerplunk hiding way in the back under the bed…and why is he making that hissing sound?“), and after a moment, was happy to drag me away from the driveway area, and the young boy’s attention.
We sniffed around just inside the barn door a bit, since it was open and it’s sort of a kitty playground in there, but with so many places I don’t fit into there, I directed our attention to the big back yard, where my buddy got into the whole panther thing again. On our first trip or two out to the back yard, the big stone bunny did kind of freak him out, but now, Mister Gray stalks by without even a howdy-do. After all, sometimes there are real bunnies out there in the yard (heh, tho I was amused to note that the loud chirp of a chipmunk still makes him jump…).
Our walk was extra long tonight, in compensation for missing the last couple and we had a fun time roaming around the property and covering some new territory, too, when Himself decided that we were just going through the cut in the hedge to explore the opposite side’ neighbors’ property more fully, since there weren’t many people evident over there.
Even with a nice long walk under our belts, I still felt like the villian when I had to call an end to our playtime (and my buddy was content to underscore that feeling with his own grumbles of displeasure), but the mosquitoes were in full force, and looking for any chink in my armor of Deep Woods OFF and so we headed back to the apartment, content to dream for now about what we’ll find out there tomorrow.