Oh. My.

Please don’t laugh.

As a favor for my family, I offered (aka was tricked) into caring for a cat, a huge moody orange beast that no one loves except my mother.

Long story short, the thing couldn’t quite make it to Holland to live in progressive societal bliss with the rest of the other kitties (two better, more kind cats than this one). Something about health certificates and microchipping the Dutch government requires.

So I’m the temporary caretaker. Mind you, I bear no responsibility for this animal. But, in an attempt to be kind to my mother, I took the thing to the vet as ordered.

There I learned the cat weighs a whopping 22 pounds. It went on a diet, stat. Now two months later, it’s weight had hardly budged. Naturally, the key to all successful weightloss is diet and exercise. So … how to make the kitty work up a sweat?

Well, we figured the cat used to be an indoor/outdoor cat and has more the personality of a dog than any cat I’ve ever seen.
The point? Logic thus tells us … dogs like to walk=the cat acts more like a dog=the cat will like to walk.

It was sorta true. On Saturday, Larry and I bought a cat harness. In truth, we looked at dog harnesses too, because we thought the cat wouldn’t fit in a regular cat harness. It sorta does. It’s upper body fat rolls slipped out once when he got scared, setting him free from the harness. He darted under a picnic shelter in a city park. But we caught him.

And then we walked him, for real. And he really walked, on the leash, for about a mile I think.

A few minutes later, one lady and her husband power walking in the park stopped us … “Oh your dog … ummm … Oh … I thought you had a puppy.”

Then she laughed.

And now all of you are too. Be kind. It was kinda fun.