Catwalk

As if it were the most normal and natural thing in the world, O-ren went for a 20-30 minute walk tonight with Aaron and I. On a leash. We bought the harness and leash tonight at Petco, so this was the first time O-ren's ever had a harness put on her. But she was the calmest most nonchalant mrow about the entire affair. She would have been the perfect cat to dress up like a baby and push around in a stroller. And out the door we went, examining the big bush, examining bumpers and exhaust pipes. And all the while completely casual about the random vehicles driving nearby and the dogs barking in all directions. Granted, that last part is to be expected. O-ren is a martial arts master, after all.

Poor thing, she's now tuckered out on the floor next to me. Ever so often she mews piteously until I come pet her. She's had a rough day and all. A half hour walk all the way around our apartment building. That would tire any self-respecting cat. Something tells me that she'll curl up between Aaron and I when we crawl into bed. Which, after subbing today at Lausanne (where I made my awesome shirt - see flickr pics) during their sports and art fest, I am exhausted! G'night!