First Venture into the Outside World
(AKA: The Condo Balcony)
Let’s get one thing straight: I’m a kept cat. I’m accustomed to a certain level of luxury and status in my life. I have two human servants that exist to pamper me. I get treats feed to me by hand any time I request. I have total command of the couch at all times, and most days, get the best spot on the Tempur-Pedic bed.
I’d finally gotten my humans properly trained and they decide to make me learn new skills. Here’s what they’ve been putting me through:
Survival Training Level 1: Harness and Leash
One day I was minding my own business when my humans put this strange contraption on me. It must have weighed 150 pounds. I had to hunch down, get close to the ground, and walk very slowly while I built up the strength to support it on my body. Once I was moving easier, they attached this long strap to it. I don’t think they know what they are doing. Don’t they know I’m a cat? At least it’s better than the sweater they made me wear once.
