"Let me understand you - you've put your cat on a leash." James looked down at Interceptor, who cocked his head to the side, clearly as baffled as his master at such a concept. Then James smirked. "Best take care, Interceptor. I might get the same idea for you. Little harness, little lead."

Interceptor whined, making a snuffing nose of disgust in the back of his throat. No, nope, no thank you. Let the feline stay on that ridiculous thing.