Mr. Borris wanted to go outside on the crisp fall day yesterday.
Because he's managed to get through the small cracks in the fence (which for a fat cat it amazes me), I threw him on a leash. Super long leash, with free reign of the backyard.
Mr. Borris managed to explore under the poarch and wind the rope around almost everything one can imagine. By the time I checked on him, he was STUCK. Under. The Poarch.
Luckily, he wasn't too far under, to where I could get ahold of him, take the leash off, and nab him. The rope is still stuck under the poarch, and I may never get it free.....
Mr. Borris.. what are we going to do with you?????????
Because he's managed to get through the small cracks in the fence (which for a fat cat it amazes me), I threw him on a leash. Super long leash, with free reign of the backyard.
Mr. Borris managed to explore under the poarch and wind the rope around almost everything one can imagine. By the time I checked on him, he was STUCK. Under. The Poarch.
Luckily, he wasn't too far under, to where I could get ahold of him, take the leash off, and nab him. The rope is still stuck under the poarch, and I may never get it free.....
Mr. Borris.. what are we going to do with you?????????