Now here's a little story I gotsta tell

[Awhile ago I had an idea for a photo series, titled "Living with Ryan". It would feature the greatest of Ryan's inventions and try and capture what living with him is like. I felt bad for wanting to show the strange side of him, so I didn't. But there have been great moments. Like when I came home and there was a five pound cylinder of metal sitting on the kitchen table. I really wasn't surprised, but it's that fact that I wanted to capture. I'm used to ryan and his ways. Tasha has a picture of him shoveling with a road sign, and it just makes me smile. It is kinda awesome living with someone so unique. but anyways, here is a story about Ryan and his cat. Hope you enjoy.]

You all know Vinny the cat right? Well I came home today and saw vinny chillin in the living room, looking strangely down. Here he is a bit later in the kitchen:


If you haven't seen his harness, well there it is. With the bell that helps us keep tabs on him when he gets into mischief.
Last week vinny not only got into mischief, he got into my bread. Now, for a cat that is not fed as vast meals as some, I can understand his motive. But my bread was on top of the refrigerator. So he had to really been motivated to get that far up for it.
After hearing this, ryan devised some way to keep him out of our storage shelves with the use of large magnets. Yeah, magnets.
But that didn't stop Vinny. He kept getting at the sponge on the sink and other things. Ryan needed a way to stop him from jumping onto counters. Or, as ryan did it, a way to not jump at all.
Here is vinny today, with Ryan's harness attachment:

A master lock. That's right, my cat is attached to a heavy duty lock, that is locked to his harness.
Genius?
Cruel?
Bizarre?
I say all of the above.