Eat That Leash

I got a spiffy new red leash for my handsome black cat, Carlo. When I tried walking him with it outside the house he says to me, "A LEASH??? You got me a leash? What do I look like --a DOG???"

He flopped down, shouting, "Huel-ga! Huel-ga! Huel-ga! Huel-ga!!!!"

I apologized and brought Carlo home. Before drifting off into his main evening nap, he growled, "Bob, you can eat the damned leash. What'll it be next --a muzzle?"
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The consensus turns out to be that a cat must be quite young to accept a leash, if it ever will. My Carlo is nine this year.