Ok, so now that I am going to have to share joint custody of my two wittle black boyz, Schmoo & Schmohawk, I’ve decided to spoil them rotten. I want to be the “fun parent”! I have a back yard, but it is on a busy West Campus street + the gatos are woosy neutered & naive furbuckets who couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag. So what’s a single mama to do?
CatJackets. Yes… that’s the answer.
And Magical Cat Tree Jungle Gym. YES! Now you’re thinking, by golly!
Long ago, when I was a broody preteen with too much free time on my hands, I tried the harness thing on my wonderful buddha-like cat MoonShadow, who was NOT having it. After all…he IS a deity. It was like trying to put a harness on Gandolf or something. He’d walk and I’d walk 3 steps, he’d eat some grass, lay down, lick himself, get freaked out and try to twist out of the harness, then walk, follow, repeat. It was lame. It made me look like a moron to my nosy neighbors. I didn’t have the slightest clue what I was doing, and reasoning just wouldn’t work.
So no harnesses. My mom put a harness on me when I was a kid at the Carnival and look how I turned out. Cat + jacket = brilliance? fashion statement? fun for the whole family?
I stumbled on the CatJacket. Cat accessories have come a long way. Big biznatch. There is a whole movement behind walking your cat. Articles all over the net, like Have you walked your cat today? This is serious. This has a process and testimonials n stuff. Add to Cart. Checkout. Ship!
Stay tuned to find out if this crazy plan works! And I’m building that Magic Cat Tree dammit!
Just in case you were wondering, no, I do not call my Furrbutts “Precious” and feed them from my own mouth or anything ridiculous like that. I am not CatLady. I am CatWoman. Hey, look mister. I am merely attempting to provide exercise and sunlight and health and happiness just as they and any other fuzzbutt animal deserves. So stop looking at me! I see you laughing from your window! Don’t make me shake my fist!
