I may have earned the Crazy Cat Lady title. While our youth group was at the park for recreation during Disciple Now, I went home (only 2 blocks away) to get Calvin. He likes people, loves the outdoors, and will wear a harness and leash.
Yes, I put a leash on my cat and took him for an outing at the park.
It was funny to hear people's reactions. Strangers walked by, and they all pretty much said the same thing: "Cat on a leash! Cat on a leash!" They probably thought I was a nut, but that's okay. Calvin enjoyed himself, and I'm willing to look like an idiot to give him some happiness when his life is growing shorter.
I was a little embarrassed, though, by how many people commented on how skinny he is. I always worry that people will see him and think he's malnourished. Really, he's just sick! We're doing everything we can to get him to gain weight, short of feeding him a steady diet of chicken and tuna. That would be his dream, but it would also be his death.
I learned what it must be like to be a dog person. Lots of people coming up to chat and asking to pet my cat.
Of course, the problem with having done this is that Calvin is now unbearable at Mail Time. Because he spent an hour outside at the park that day, he now expects to be put down and allowed to sniff and run to his heart's content. He's no longer satisfied with being carried to the mailbox each day.
(If you're wondering why we don't treat Doogie this way, it's because Doogie would probably have a heart attack if we took him to the park. He's scared of new people and the world as it exists outside of our own yard. And the one time I tried to put him on a harness and leash, he moaned horribly, then fell over and just laid there. He's perfectly content to keep to the freedom and safety of his beloved bushes in our yard.)