I had the idea one time that if I bought one of those handles taht you screw into the ground and then put a harness on say a mild Cat like Michael that I would have an Orange Cat that would have some range to move around and play in the sun. Wrong once more as Michael the Mild became Michael the Maniac and he ripped through the harness in three seconds flat and sulked in the bushes for two days before the bucket of KFC and an apology brought him back into the fold.
Between You I and the Gate Post it was the Colenol.