Yesterday, Michael and I were in Harrods, intent upon finding a leash for Lyra. As you might recall, I’ve been
droning on and on and on talking a little about how I want to take her for outdoor walks in her new city. It seems a pity to me that she isn’t able to see all the beauty outside her front door, so I was thinking of getting her a leash or even a cat buggy, for longer walks through the park.
Well, guess what. Harrods has it all. It’s true. Their pet department leans rather unfairly toward the doggy community but what they have in the feline section is pretty good. I found not only a harness and lead, but also…
Okay, it’s expensive. Like, super-duper, killer-diller costly. But I say she’s worth it. It can be her Christmas present, or her birthday gift (tomorrow, the 7th, in case you want to send a card). To be frank, it’s better than any of my kids’ prams were. It’s bigger, it has zips, a smooth ride – I’m in love with it.
Lyra will be as well, once I persuade Lars to buy it for her.
In the meantime, she will make do quite happily with her new lead. I put it on her this morning and took her on her first outdoor safari. We didn’t get far.
She wasn’t terrified, but she didn’t move around a lot either. Give her time, I’m sure she’ll be trotting around our mews in no time.
I said earlier that Harrods doesn’t have much for feline lovers? Well, back in 1969, things were different: