harness 10 March 2011
Well, clearly the Brendacat cannot understand how I can live with myself. I am an inferior being and make poor choices, especially when it comes to her. The harness was a case in point. I selected a lovely pale pink one with some diamante detail. She was ENTIRELY unimpressed by it, even though it led to her getting outside. She FLAYED me as it went on and then tried some expressive leaps to shake the instrument of torture off. Later, back in the house, I left it on to let her get used to it – another rotten decision. She walked around with her tummy on the floor under the weight of the evil thing, and the sheer awfulness of her life in general, and I just had to take it off when she gave me the ‘eye’ as she tried to wash but couldn’t because of the THING binding her.
