It was a good thing that Fiene was used to walking on a leash from the home she had before Nazriya got her, because she'd quickly found that bringing her ginger british shorthair tabby out for some air was really quite fun.

For one thing it was a great bonding experience and, well, the faces people made when they saw a kitty on the end of the leash were hilarious. So far she'd counted two double-takes and one stumble; and the park wasn't even that far from their home.

Maneuvering around the dogs who barked aggressively though, that was worse. They'd just had one such encounter that ruffled Fiene more than usual when Naz decided that a little breather on the nearest park bench wasn't a bad idea; and so there she was, sitting with a large kitty on her lap, both of them watching the going ons around them with interest.

Kolina