Tee hee - just love your description of Moogie learning about leashes.

We have very recently bought a harness for Spock to take him outside
with (Persephone is more of a home-body and gets spooked by being
outside). When we first put it on Spock (inside), he had the same
mystical problem - "this red thing has cut off all my legs, person, I
can't walk so you must carry me everywhere" Now, however, after a
couple of trips outside, he has got the hang of it and is even
starting to associate the harness with being allowed outside.

Tish - walkin' a cat on a leash in the country and gettin' strange
looks from the neighbours!

"Stacey" wrote in message .. .
I'm trying to train Moogie to "walk" on a harness. Now that the weather has
been getting nicer, I'll take him out onto the deck and hook him to a light
leash. Unfortunately, the harness seems to have some mystical qualities to
it that render Moogie unable to walk, so he just rolls around on the deck.

Today I hooked him up to the leash and set him in the middle of the yard. At
first he just fell over and started to roll. But then he saw A BIRD! Whoah..
what is THAT?? His little eyes got all big and round, his tail stood up..
that was the biggest fly he had ever seen! And, whoah boy, there goes
another one! Apparently the presence of said birds sapped the harness of
it's mystical powers, because suddenly Moogie was standing. And walking!

Walking slowly, but yep, he was actually walking. He'd take a few steps then
fall over again.. roll around for a while then stand up. Then he spied a
squirrel in the next yard and if you thought the birds made him walk, well,
squirrels made him RUN! Whoosh.. off he goes at full speed toward the
squirrel. Unfortunately, he was still tethered and the few seconds it took
to get to the end of the leash did not allow his Meowmie enough time to
follow so he came up short and did a backward somersault, coming to rest at
my feet.

Then he couldn't walk again, so I had to pick him up and carry him indoors!

Stacey

(p.s. The not-so-little-anymore-sh*t has taken to sauntering outdoors when I
go out for a cigarette... something he must have done last night before I
went to bed.. because when DH got home, he was met by a chilly Moogster
sitting, untethered, on the deck. Geez!)