Who Let the Cat Out?

Who Let the Cat Out?

Who Let the Cat Out?
Who Let the Cat Out?

Who Let the Cat Out?

Who Let the Cat Out? . My son and I relocated from Florida to Texas around nine years ago, which involved a transfer of more than 1100 miles. We brought along one tiny adult dog, a Shih-Tzu, and one kitten with us on our trip. Our dog had been trained to walk on a leash around the neighbourhood, despite the fact that she was accustomed to running free on the one-acre property that was walled in by us.

Having to travel with the cat, though, gave me pause for concern. It had been only a short while since he had learned how to climb trees, but he enjoyed doing it on our mobile home’s roof and was probably around six months old at the time. He was not going to enjoy spending three days cooped up in a car, and he was certainly not going to be delighted about having to be kept on a leash whenever we stopped for pee breaks for both the people and the pets in the car.

However, he liked me since I was the one who showed him how to climb trees and rooftops for the first time. It took me only three days to convince him that being restrained by a leash was not an entirely awful experience.

Recently, I got the chance to show another cat that being walked on a leash is not as as dreadful an experience as it may initially seem. My husband’s father just downsized, moving from a huge house to a condominium in the neighbourhood. The property was approximately one acre and was located at the end of a peaceful cul-de-sac. My future father-in-law requested us to take his cat when he relocated, so we did.

The cat had previously lived both indoors and outdoors, but after moving in with us, her lifestyle completely shifted. Even though we lived on a cul-de-sac, the traffic in this area was more heavier and moved much more quickly. We were afraid to let the cat go free because the area we lived in was not a calm one, and she would also be experiencing it for the first time.

She made it clear very quickly that she was not pleased with only sitting by the window and observing the children, the birds, the squirrels, and other wildlife without ever really going to see them. As a result, we started instructing her on how to walk while attached to a leash.

The fact that this cat had never even been given a collar was the first obstacle we faced. In point of fact, she devoured the very first collar we bought for her. We quickly learnt that the collar should be linked to the leash at all times, but that both should be removed once she entered the house.

Our cat was able to stand being on a leash for a total of three minutes on the very first day. On the second day, she wore the collar and leash for around fifteen minutes; but, even light pulling to demonstrate her that we could walk with the leash connected caused her to roll over into the ground. We started off by having her walk on the leash for only a few seconds at a time, but over the course of a week, we worked up to having her walk the entire time.

After some time, we exited the building and began to stroll outside. The initial effort was quite similar to the initial attempt we made inside. Our cat did nothing more than roll around on the lawn. The next day, she gave her consent for her to be walked for around five minutes. We did this for approximately a week, gradually extending the amount of time we spent walking outside with the dog on a leash.

Since we first discussed the concept of walking while tethered to a leash, it has been around half a year as of today. Because of this, our cat will actually approach us and want to have the leash attached. She will meow in a very distinctive manner while perched in the window. She may also climb up on top of the piano, which is where we store the leash, and meow while nudging it with her nose when she is up there. She now bolts for the exit the moment the leash is clipped on to her collar. When she goes in our yard and on the sidewalk, she pays the curious looks of our neighbours such little attention that she rarely even notices them.

If she could only recall the time when the entire world was her own play area, things would go much more smoothly for us.

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