Walking the cat

Oookay. A few moments ago I caught a glimpse from the corner of my eye of what looked remarkably like Brendan going up the stairs after one of the cats on a leash.

What???

So I called him back. He came back, minus cat. "Brendan, what were you doing?"

"Walking the cat on a leash in the house."

I told him that he was NOT to do that to the cats again. I was impressed, but he was not to do it again.

Then I went upstairs and found Pouncequick, the older, cranky, grouchy, child-wary cat. Who did indeed have one of the blue straps that used to hold the baby corral together when it was folded for storage, snapped around her neck. Fortunately not too tightly. I showed selenite, then freed her. I'm amazed she let herself get caught by him and he got it on her.