Caturday.

Truman keeps an eye on the hummingbird in the tree. He occasionally makes a squeaking noise that’s usually reserved for when he’s chasing the laser dot. He’s not happy about having to wear a harness when he’s on an outdoor stroll but he accepts the practice as fact. The harness slows him down just enough that he would be easy to catch if he decided to make a run for it.

He tends to stay on the sidewalk or the patio; he doesn’t enjoy the stone that makes up our “lawn”.

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