The each too to the out of doors a little differently. Angus is the more exploratory running for the door, chasing the leaves, intrigues by bugs. Biscuit was reserved. Sitting on the porch then venturing out a few steps, working her way to the back of the house.
Angus found a bird that was taunting him. I think it was a mocking bird, but I am not much of an amateur ornithologist.
While Angus was facing down the bird, biscuit had a change of heart that had her racing for the front door. It was about that time that Shelley and I realized that neither of us had remembered to bring keys. While she watched the cats I gained entrance to the apartment. Unfortunately Biscuit and Angus became increasingly spooked and when I opened the front door both ran inside. Angus was trailing his leash that had gotten attached to a plastic bag. From his point of view it must have been a little scary having the bag follow him moving as fast as he was.
I think that they are able to adjust to the leash and harness, both cats being much calmer when we equip them. It may be simply the outside is going to take a little longer getting used too.
The adventure continues.