As I’ve mentioned many times, Jacoby loves riding the storage cart when I take it back down to the closet on the first floor.
One evening, Angel was nosing around the cart, too, and my husband said, “Angel wants to go, too!” and he put her harness on her so she could go with Jake (this was before Jake got his new green harness in the latest box from our friends).
So Jake and Angel went for a ride to the first floor. Jake’s leash has clasps at both ends, so I just used the one leash for both of them.
Jake’s leash has clasps at both ends, so I just used the one leash for both of them.
Angel wasn’t so sure about riding on the cart at first.
She seemed to adjust fairly quickly, though.
This is where Angel fascinates me. Despite her harsh kittenhood, and her experiences that we can only guess at, in some ways she is clearly an Abyssinian.
Wearing a harness and leash doesn’t faze Angel one bit, and she’s fearless in the face of things that would freak regular cats out.
The elevator wasn’t any big deal, either.
Even after we’d parked the cart back in the first floor storage room, riding the elevator back upstairs was taken in stride. I thought it was funny that they each chose a door…Angel on one side…
…and Jake on the other. Even funnier, with all the elevator-riding that Jake does, he picked the door that doesn’t open on our floor (the side he’s on opens only to the street)!
I find it endlessly interesting that Angel hisses and growls at Jake whenever he comes near her when we’re inside the apartment…
…but out in the hallway, she seems to tolerate him fairly well.
Even after almost a year, their first instinct was to head towards where our old apartment was.
Of course, when you’re both clipped to each end of a leash, it’s hard to get lost.
They found our door easily enough in the end.
Hi honey, we’re home!