Hostile Work-Out

Most who know me know that I've never been a fan of working out.  I'm more likely to jog from the car into Starbucks, while sporting 5" heels than spend time on a treadmill, trying to conjure a couple beads of sweat.  Taking Cash for walks offers quite a work-out, but that's about the extent of it.  Cassius, however, found my dusty free weights and decided to give them a go, only to find out that he disliked them as much as I do!  If he keeps this up, none of his collars will fit his bulging neck muscles;  we'll just have to opt for a bridle.