Originally Posted by cagnes
Simon was the only one who actually walked, but he walked crouched down very low on his belly.... like a soldier sneeking up on the enemy.
Pandora hates the harness--she does the same thing, crawling on her belly like a comando, then hides under the nearest shrub. She was two already when I got her, so it's possible she'd have done better as a kitten. She gets so anxious about being in the yard, though, that it isn't worth the trouble--instead, the few times we're down in the yard, we let her out on the balcony so that she can go out and watch us but doesn't feel threatened. Everyone seems to be happier with this solution.
She also hates her kitty carrier though--after figuring out how to open both zippers on the nice mesh one (we pinned them shut then), she ate a hole down the front to get out, and the plastic and metal one is much harder to get her into more than once. When she goes to the vet, which is thankfully only a couple of miles from the house on 25mph streets, there's no way to get her back in the box for the second time, but she'll grudgingly tolerate the harness for the trip back. In this case the harness is very useful.
Be careful, though--the only time Pandora traveled to my parents with us (the trip she learned how to open her zippers), she panicked and managed to wiggle out of what seemed to be a perfectly tight harness and had to be chased a good 100 yards to catch her. I was lucky she didn't run toward the road or into the tall grass behind my grandpa's house.