Tokki and the chicken

Okay, my female master still wants to get me the harness so we went to Pet center again this morning. We tried so many “ropes” on me, I don’t know how to tell her I don’t like them at all. D-O N-O-T L-I-K-E. After 20 minutes of testing, fortunately we got nothing. I was looking forward I will get some small bone for being so calm about it but nothing. She said: ,,Well Tokki, nothing again, let’s go home.” as she was heading for the exit.

The the cashier lady got an AWESOME IDEA. She said: ,,Wait a minute, we have this harness which people buy for their small dogs.” (Hey! Again? Small dog? Really? I’m not small!) ,,Actually people buy those for their cats” (Come again? For what? Cats? I nearly fell from the freezer I was sitting on.) My female master is silent while the cashies brings the CAT’S harness. No way I’m gonna wear that, forget it. You can go crazy but I’m not gonna endure such torture. I sit down even more tightly and refuse to stand up just to make it harder for them to get me inside this monstrosity. It’s working – I’m getting scolded again that I don’t cooperate. Well what could she expect, I don’t want to wear any cat’s harness. Never!

She put me on the ground thinking I’d walk around like a model. Well only think I want to do is run away through the window and never been seen again. The strings are so thin that I look like a fat lady in thongs. (My master is having good laught. Just you wait you miserable hydra.) They kept looking at me and my cat thongs while I was lifting my paws into the air to show them how the strings cut my armpits (I was afraid she would actualy buy it). I swear if you buy this, just as soon as we get home I’ll piss your bed, I’m not even kidding, I’ll show you the cat in me. Female master hesitated and I was sending her mental message ,,Don’t you dare!”. After few seconds which felt like an hour, she returns the cat torture device to the cashies with words that we have to discuss it at home. I’m not going to discuss anything, I’m not gonna wear it. Period.
We are done here. I’m leaving now, with a bone and post traumatic stress disorder and my master with a new idea.

Along the way, we stoped in the shop to buy a lot of small items. My female master said she has no time for this and she would just make me the harness herself. Fine by mine, atleast I won’t have to wear cat harness. And they will be black and green colored, which fits my fashioned fur perfectly. So right now, my master is sitting at the table, making the DIY harness while I can finally sleep for the rest of the day.