My new harness Monday ~ by Annie

I have wanted to go outside in the worst way, Kitties. I can not remember when I was last inside of a house, if ever. I even had my babies under a trailer. I spend a lot of time in the windows here, and it really gets to Mosaic Lady (which is why I do it, of course.) She took me outside twice using Bianca's collar and a leash, but I raced up a tree and she was afraid I'd choke to death. And then, I ran so fast and took her by such surprise that the leash flew out of her hand. That made her wet her pants a little, thinking about what she'd tell the rescue group and what they would think of her responsible fostering skills. Who can say just why I stopped in my tracks at the edge of the lawn where it turns into the forested canyon? I did hear Mosaic Lady scream: "Jesus Christ!!", so maybe He made me stop.

On Thursday, she had to take the Dawg to the fur doctor's and came back with this hot pink harness for me! (She thought I was tiny, so she first came home with a 14"er, but I am growing into my paws because I'm eating whenever I want now instead of just once a day, so I needed the 16"er!) See how it matches my pink nipples and looks so fabulous with my jet black furs and turquoise green eyes?

It also complements my tongue.
Here I am expressing my pleasure at being restrained.

I also like how it looks with Mosaic Dawg's leash, which has a definite flavor. Mmmm....purple!

I went over to visit with Willie to see if he wanted to chat, but he is not so chatty, really. He has never been on a leash or harness and has had outside (daytime) privileges his whole life. My rescue group will not allow that so ML and I are both trying to be good, compliant, obedient girls. It is a struggle for us both.

The picnic table leg has a flavor, too. Mmmm, black!

When I caught sight of the forest, I wanted to run wild and free, and very fast! I start panting when I am outside (I am excited!), so Mosaic Lady knew it was time to go back into the house.

I raced down the hall with my harness still on and jumped up onto my bed with all my toys. I was very wound up! (I know that the plastic UPC tag should not still be on my harness, but Mosaic Lady clearly does not.)


I am proud to say that I allowed a collar to be placed on me with NO resistance whatsoever. OK, with just a little resistance. But not for long. I also adjusted to walking on the leash with the neck collar in five minutes. The harness, too, took me five minutes to accept.
I am an early adaptor!

Daisy...can a neon, paisley hoodie be far behind?