Abra, Abra, Abra, alive and kicking. We have a new routine. Every afternoon or evening he wants to go for walk. In order to apprise me of his desire, he starts slinking around, and talking away. He eventually goes to the door, and makes as much ruckus as he can. When I don't come to him immediately, he comes and looks at me and then he really starts honking. He really is quite pushy.
I then find his leash - a new building rule - someone complained about his lying around in the hallway and running rampant in the yard so now we have to wear a leash when we go out. The neighbors think it's hysterical. He has adapted to it okay, so I clip it on and we go outside. Here, he varies the routine.
Sometimes, we walk and he is just sniffing out the perimeter. Then he likes to find a place to lie around and also do his little twist and shout routine while I try to keep him from strangling himself. Then as a whim, he will start running, literally pulling me along behind him.
At some point, we often come upon one or two of the stray cats who live on the property. Everyone freezes and sits - or in my case, stands. Usually the cat runs off. Then we come back home.
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