We bought this leash for Yuki as she likes to bolt outside. Thankfully we live in a condo and there’s no where she could really go. Last year Mat and I saw a cat get run over in Markham and the driver didn’t even notice. I actually followed him to the gas station he stopped at and yelled at him. He didn’t speak English. I actually made the sign for cat, ears, paw and meowed and then motioned that he squashed it flat. This man had no idea what I was saying, but really, you can’t misunderstand that. It was awful to watch, tears streamed down my face and we were both a blubbering mess. I did what I felt the owners would have done and I just couldn’t imagine letting my cats go a) outside and b) outside unsupervised.
This is the leash that we have:
Not that I would ever drag Yuki, but she was non plussed when I put the harness/leash on her. She had no interest in going outside with this thing on. She looked very much like this:
As she is a Russian blue with green eyes, this was bang on. I couldn’t believe how much she did not want to be outside and how she was scratching at our door to be let back in. Fine.
I put the leash on Yoshi, he was a bit apprehensive, but took it like a champ. We went out, he sniffed at the doors next to us, he looked down the hallway and trembled a bit and every second step he kept looking at me with these eyes, like, “Is it okay Mummy, will you save me if it goes wrong?”. I spoke to him softly and he seemed to feel better. Then we went back inside. He waited patiently for me to take the harness off and then purred so loudly as I scooped him up to congratulate him. Mommy’s stinky farty boy was a good boy today. I will have to reward him with some wet food later today. I was impressed.
Yes, I am turning into a crazy cat lady. If we had a bigger place, we’d probably have about four and a dog.