Oh yeah, so whoever told me that walking a cat is not like walking a dog was telling the truth. Not that I expected it to be, I had expected it to be the cat walking me, but I hadn't considered that where a cat wants to go is very often not a place I can follow. Her way of getting fresh air is to stand outside for two minutes and just stare, then prowl the perimeter of her territory, then go sit under the steps for another minute or two. Then venture out into the cul-de-sac, and promptly dive under the neighbours fence and into their garden. When picked out of there, complaining loudly, she'll find a very large snowy tree to crawl under and sulk beneath for another minute or two, then attempt to dash through another neighbours garden. Sigh... At least she did get some fresh air!