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I moved from my home in Maine, where my cats were allowed to go outdoors, to Fayetteville, North Carolina for a couple of years, where they were not.
I had three cats. Two of them, sisters from the same litter, would have nothing whatsoever to do with a harness. One of them got out of her harness while we were outside once, panicked and ran. Fortunately, her interest was getting back inside the apartment. Since all of the apartment doors looked alike, she selected the wrong apartment but I found her scratching at someone else's door, and she let me pick her up. In the end, it wasn't worth fighting with them over it.
The third one, who was eleven years younger, took to a harness with no problem whatsoever. Well, she did fight it a little, I guess, but she soon realized that her only option for getting outside was on a leash.
When she wanted out, she would wait patiently for me to put the harness on and, twice, when I was busy with something else and tried to ignore her, she picked up the harness in her mouth and brought it to me like a dog might do.
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