Heel, Kitty Kitty

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Yesterday I saw a man walking his cat. At first, it didn't register that it was a cat on the leash. I picked it up visually like, man-leash-dog, THEN it clicked...CAT. I was in my car, driving, and not like driving in my neighborhood or the parking lot of Petsmart. I was downtown. I was at a traffic light and the man was walking towards me on the side walk. He would take a few steps, then lift the with cat with the leash and drag it up to meet him. You know...walking the cat. I couldn't help but think, "Is that cat really enjoying his walk?" I mean, he IS a cat. They kind of do whatever the heck they want and I doubt going for a walk is on the bucket list. I just couldn't imagine that when the man jingled the leash and said "Kitty Kitty...let's go for a walk!", that the cat got all crazy-tail-wagging-giddy and ran to the front door. I imagined that KittyKitty probably quietly spewed some fantastic curse words at the man and then hid under the couch.
But...obviously the man found him, put him on a leash and took him for a walk downtown.
If I even dreamed about doing that to my cat, he would have me arrested...for reals.

Don't even dream about it, people.

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GPman said…
Poor cat. It must be suffering now with PWDS (post walk disorder syndrome), curable only by turning into a Great Dane.
11/15/2011
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