Lately she's gotten to the point where if she sees her harness and leash coming off their hook she starts to meow and spin around. How undignified for Princess Grace to act that way!
It's even gotten to the point where I can't say the word "walk"...we have to spell it or refer to it as a stroll. She gets so wound up.
|I'm not sure who's having more fun here.|
She loves walking down here because every now and then she spots a chameleon darting up a tree and sprints after it. Not wanting to climb the tree myself, I make it a point to stop her at chest height so I can retrieve her again.
George is learning to walk on the leash. It's going slowly, as most things do for him. But he's starting to get the hang of it and will prance along with his tail held high for about three to five feet before stopping. Each time gets a little better.
The road surface here is awful on their paws and they come back from their (whisper) w-a-l-k pretty dirty. But with a squirt of waterless shampoo to get them started they are usually cleaned up in no time.
|Wait Dad....I think I see something worth chasing here.|
Yesterday I tried something new and put them (one at a time) in the bike basket to see how a short bike ride would go. Didn't work out too bad. George seems to like that much better...no thought process involved, just the breeze ruffling his fur as we glide through the park. No photos attempted on this yet.
Long Live the Cat Walking Queen