The human woman went out and bought him this harness thing that has handles on it to help him walk. He's not doing very well lately, and he keeps pacing and stumbling and stomping on us. We get cranky with him, but we know he's old and doesn't feel good. But its really hard not to laugh at him when he's dressed as a purse.
The human woman walks him around holding onto the handles, and I swear, it looks like she's carrying a big Nova purse.
Ok, that's really mean, he can't help it... but he does look like a purse.
(I'm cranky, my beauty sleep keeps getting interupted by the 2 hours Nova wake up calls)