Have you ever tried to walk a cat?
We did this Saturday. It was 82 degrees and beautiful out. We didn't just want to sit inside, and we've been itching to hook Hinata up to the leash and see if we could get her to walk. Yeah, maybe you can guess that we didn't. Before we even left our apartment we knew she wasn't going to do it. She laid down, stretched herself out, and let us drag her down the hallway, almost like she was playing dead. She didn't mind being drug, but she certainly wasn't going to get up and walk with us.
We decided to go ahead and go outside anyway. At the very least, she could play in the grass and bask in the sun while we tossed around a football. Hinata - though she keeps trying to run out our door when we come home from work - tried to run back into the apartment. Eventually we had to pick her up, walk with her in our arms to the grass, then set her down. Once in the grass, she enjoyed herself. Her little heart was pounding, but she chased the bugs, suspiciously eyed the birds, and was scared by the passing cars. One driver yelled out "that is the cutest thing I've ever seen!"
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