I mentioned to one of my friends that I was training Smokey to walk in a harness and she was flabbergasted. "How humiliating!"
I hadn't thought about it that way, but she is right. Before we purchased the harness and leash, we let him out into the hallway to wander about. Much to his dismay, we followed him out because people coming in and out of the building might inadvertently allow him to escape. He was very confused and looked askance at us: why were we following him?
Seriously, this cat survived the freak derecho storm and heat wave with nary an ounce lost from his stocky frame. He doesn't need supervision. He can get along fine on his own.
The conclusion at this point in our training is that Smokey dislikes the harness after all. Put the harness on him and go outside, and he starts walking funny. He crouches down and drags his hind legs behind him as if he wants to slink away into some hole to hide. Let's face it, how could he let those fancy lady cats see him so restrained? The humiliation!
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