Well, more like meandering. When Izzy and I go for a walk, it isn't like walking a dog - there is no heeling, like with a dog. We take a few steps, stop and smell the grass... or a rock... or look at a bug. I rarely influence the direction.
After sunset this evening, Izzy wanted to go out. I clipped on her leash and out we went. I didn't know, but Joan was taking photos of us through the dinette window in the motorhome. No, you can't see in - the window is heavily tinted; I am surprised she was able to get anything, considering that tint and the diminishing light outside.
We were down a couple sites...
There are some dandelions at the puffball stage...
Izzy got one of those puffballs between her and the leash, and it stuck to her fur...
I was picking the bits of dandelion out of her fur, and... "Hisssssssssss!"
Joan thought this "scolding" photo was pretty funny. I am trying to teach Izzy respect...yeah, not a concept that cats buy into.
We don't hold a grudge, though...
I mean, seriously, how could you hold a grudge with that cute little face? And, Izzy is kinda sweet, too.
;-)
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