Walking kitties are found in Manhattan, but there are very few of them.
NYT: Manhattan Cat On a Leash
I bought my late kitty, Clawedmeister, a harness to walk him outside -while still alive, of course! Normally, this gray and white cat had a sweet disposition, but take him outside and he turned into a ferocious little bastard.
Once, while walking Clawed just outside my apartment building, I had this college kid approach me attempting to solicit tickets to a night club. The kid thought I was an easy mark, I guess because I was outside seemingly walking a nice little dog. Little did he realize that I was tugging on a leash that disappeared beneath a pee-soaked holly bush with an angry cat on the other end. Clawed was making the most horrendous primal howls and digging his heels into the dirt to prevent us from returning inside -the kid was just desperate to make a sale, but at what cost?
Eventually, Clawed came out hissing and flailing his claws as I held his harness and hovered him over the stairs as we made our way to the 2nd floor. If this kid ever had a thought to attack an unsuspecting victim in her apartment, I'm thinking he probably abandoned that thought since I had a cat and knew how to use it.
Once inside, I had to drop Clawed to the floor and let him run around for an hour to calm down. It was hilarious to see him still donning the harness and the leash dragging behind him.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
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