That'll learn 'im.

Rizzo used to be a horrible little runaway. Every time we opened the door, he would try to bolt out between our feet, and he didn't pause at the door! It was, out the door, down the steps, down the path, and straight to the parking lot! He tried to give his meowmie a heart attack a couple of times. We actually started bribing him with treats to stay away from the door every morning as we left for work!

So then we took him out for a walk on his leash in the snow a couple of months ago. At first, he was pretty into it. The snow doesn't bother his great big wooly feets. But he was tense...you know how they get that ultra-concentration thing going on? Well, then my husband, who had gone to get something from the car, came jogging back towards us. Rizzo saw this red, hooded jacket rushing at him, kicking up snow, and he FREAKED. Our usually calm, unflappable, gentle kitty stood up on his hind legs, flailed about with his claws, hissed, growled, and made the most awful, long, drawn-out, low-pitched yowling sound I've ever heard in my life. We took him back inside. And he's shown NO interest in leaving the apartment since. And he was scared of that jacket for a month.

You are indeed a wise meowmie.