When we got him we knew he was going to be an outdoor kind of cat. Not in the sense where he will chop up wood and wear flannel (Is that still outdoorsy or a hipster?) but in a you are going to get to wonder around Bondi during the day and do all the things I want to do. Im living vicariously through my cat :)
To aid in the transition of his current cushy life of indoor canned food and soft bedding, we bought a leash and proceded to affix it to his hairy abdomen. I thought it was the funniest thing watching him flop around on the floor trying to dislodge the new passenger. Understandably, he wouldn't come near me for the rest of the afternoon as a silent protest. Ceri, after reading the instructions discovered I had wrapped the leash around the wrong part of his body.
Anyway, I know now.