I take my cats out into a fenced yard. They wear harnesses and drag a length of lightweight polyrope behind them.
I stay out with them, reading, gardening, and playing with Mazy (the other two just like to do their own thing)
When I tell them it's time to come in they come, each in his or her own way, (Tolly walks in, peeping, Jennie likes to be chased in, and Mazy waits for the other two, and brings up the rear) and stop at the same spot each time to have the harness removed.
Tolly stops in the doorway.

Jennie stops on the stairs

Mazy (The Litter Box Police) turns to the right instead of the left, and stops at the litter boxes

I stay out with them, reading, gardening, and playing with Mazy (the other two just like to do their own thing)
When I tell them it's time to come in they come, each in his or her own way, (Tolly walks in, peeping, Jennie likes to be chased in, and Mazy waits for the other two, and brings up the rear) and stop at the same spot each time to have the harness removed.
Tolly stops in the doorway.

Jennie stops on the stairs

Mazy (The Litter Box Police) turns to the right instead of the left, and stops at the litter boxes
















's was the best. She had certain spots she liked to sit in the yard. She would go from spot to spot, spending five or ten minutes in each spot. Then she would go inside, use the litter box, go upstairs and fish out one of her crumpled cigarette packs and walk around up there with it in her mouth making her funny howling meaowelp sound. Eventually she would bring the thing downstairs, leave it on the stoop and come back outside, find a grassy spot and curl up for a nap.

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And Ootay with the precious fluffy belly! 




