I'm thinking about putting my cat on a leash. It sounds horrible but I don't know another way to say it.
I live in a ground floor apartment, I always have an open window because my cat loves going outside (we have an "abandoned" space full of vegetation and two trees in the back of our building) to play, sleep, hunt.. Anyway he loves going outside to do his cat things. Maybe this is TMI but he also does his peepees and poopies outside, we don't have a litter box in the house.
Yesterday when I was arriving home I surprised him in one of his outside adventures and he was so pleased to see me there. I've been gone for two days but other than that it was not the first time he got really happy by being outside with me. He runs around me, jumps and follows me everywhere. In fact, that day I had to come inside through the window because he was trying to follow me to the front door, but the cars and people were making him a bit nervous and I was afraid it would traumatize him.
BUT despite the noises and everything he loves being outside and is very curious so I will slowly and patiently try to get him used to the leash and maybe, in time, we can take walks together. We'll see! Maybe he'll hate it and we never get to do it.
Right now he's outside sleeping in one of the trees. He loves sleeping in the sun,

Sometimes it feels like I'm made from old peoples' badly recycled bones... My hand hurts just from writing, It's absurd. Maybe it's due to my poor physical shape. But, on a happier hand I did a bunch of cleaning and organizing around the house. And some of it with Granny's supervision, which can be exhausting because she can be pretty annoying. Success! Among other things I made soup for diner.
I just answered to an e-mail to a job interview on friday to be an image hostess. I don't fully know what that is. Hopefully not a prostitute.
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