jugen - we're harness stupid too! :tounge2:
We had an accident with a bad clasp two months ago, and after the HOURS it took to recapture Lazlo (a feral we'd only rescued two days earlier) we were really scared. O.K. so we were dumb about it the first time, but we all survived.
So we finally found harnesses we can work, that fit the cats, that don't have clasps that can break, etc. We probably spent more on gas getting them than we finally spent on the harnesses!!
We decide we don't want the cats to think "outside" is right out the front door, so we put the harnesses on, put them in the crate before they have a chance to freak out about the harnesses, and then we drive to a nearby park that has a really long drive so we're nowhere near a road.
We attach the leashes to the harnesses in the car with the doors closed, then take the crate out, walk to the middle of the field and open up the crate. (This is hubby's first adventure out after a second back surgery last Friday).
Shelly pokes his head out. I lean down and take him out of the crate. He plops on the ground, as low as he can go. I take Lazlo out of the crate and set him down. His ears are wild, his eyes are bugging, and he BOLTS back into the crate! LOL!! (There's no other people, no cars, no groundhogs, no birds, NOTHING going on!). We ended up picking them up and carrying them around!!! Laz wasn't happy until he was INSIDE Gary's shirt with just his head peeking out! Too funny!!
After 10 minutes, it was clear they were not enjoying this. We put Shel back down on the ground. He crawled towards the crate like an army recruit in basic learning to crawl under a floor or something - he looked more like he was swimming, his legs were so splayed out.
Laz started "smiling" again as soon as he was back in the crate with Shelly and the door was closed.
I guess our little feral friends have decided they like "the good life" indoors! LOL!!!!
We had an accident with a bad clasp two months ago, and after the HOURS it took to recapture Lazlo (a feral we'd only rescued two days earlier) we were really scared. O.K. so we were dumb about it the first time, but we all survived.
So we finally found harnesses we can work, that fit the cats, that don't have clasps that can break, etc. We probably spent more on gas getting them than we finally spent on the harnesses!!
We decide we don't want the cats to think "outside" is right out the front door, so we put the harnesses on, put them in the crate before they have a chance to freak out about the harnesses, and then we drive to a nearby park that has a really long drive so we're nowhere near a road.
We attach the leashes to the harnesses in the car with the doors closed, then take the crate out, walk to the middle of the field and open up the crate. (This is hubby's first adventure out after a second back surgery last Friday).
Shelly pokes his head out. I lean down and take him out of the crate. He plops on the ground, as low as he can go. I take Lazlo out of the crate and set him down. His ears are wild, his eyes are bugging, and he BOLTS back into the crate! LOL!! (There's no other people, no cars, no groundhogs, no birds, NOTHING going on!). We ended up picking them up and carrying them around!!! Laz wasn't happy until he was INSIDE Gary's shirt with just his head peeking out! Too funny!!
After 10 minutes, it was clear they were not enjoying this. We put Shel back down on the ground. He crawled towards the crate like an army recruit in basic learning to crawl under a floor or something - he looked more like he was swimming, his legs were so splayed out.
Laz started "smiling" again as soon as he was back in the crate with Shelly and the door was closed.
I guess our little feral friends have decided they like "the good life" indoors! LOL!!!!