I've lived in my current apartment complex for almost two whole years now. Manwich has been my partner in crime for almost three years, so he obviously made then move to my new digs by WalMart. If you follow this blog with any regularity, you know that I really like to run. A lot. Really. Really.
Sometimes Mannie decides he wants to enjoy the great out of doors with me post-run as I sit and stretch on the patio. After trying to fish my cat out of bushes (or from under a neighbor's SUV or out of the neighbor's bushes), I decided to buy him a harness and leash. (These items also have the benefit of making the 5 hour drive home bearable. Not enjoyable necessarily, but I don't want to kill and skin Manwich by the time we hit Richmond.)