A Family Of Swingers

Every now and then, we like to take Jonesy outside because she’s an indoor cat. It’s always a riot when she sees that red harness. Kitty knows what’s up. While she never fusses when we strap her in, she is belly to the ground when she walks afterwards.

She’s always a little timid when we step outside. The world is a big place for a little cat, you know. But as long as she has her humans with her, she’s good.

Jonesy was a little easier on the claws this time and preferred to keep herself nuzzled in the crook of Sean’s neck. We walked to the nearby park and sat on the rocks to catch the sunset. Jonesy was not very adventuresome and preferred to sit on our laps, rather than on the rocks.

And then I had a thought. Would Jonesy like the rocking motion of the swings, I wondered. I get rather weird thoughts in my head, like the time I brought Jonesy into the shower with me. She was a kitten (who loved water by the way) and I threw her over my shoulder and stood just behind the shower head so she could feel the droplets but not get doused. Luckily, she loved it. I could’ve gotten scratched up badly if she hadn’t!

When I got her on the swings and started to gently rock us, she begun purring like a little engine. She was really enjoying it!

I passed Jonesy over to Sean, so that he could give it a try. It was so adorable to feel her loosening up with all the swinging. I wonder if we should get a rocking chair?

On our way home, Jonesy was way more adventurous. She wasn’t glued onto Sean’s shoulder anymore, but rather all perked up, arms pushing herself away from Sean and looking about everywhere. What a funny little cat.