Walking the rabbit.
Today I put the cat's old collar and a piece of string on Philemon the rabbit. And then I took him out in the top garden.
Phil: What is this sharp junk I am standing on?
Phil: Yum. Grass.
Phil: Oh, hey, is that parsley? I love parsley.
The cat's not worn a leash and harness in years and she surveyed the scene with disdain.
The rabbit loved it. We shall be repeating this experiment. If I can manage to entirely fence off the top garden (it's mostly fenced) then we could do without the harness.