Friday, July 24, 2015

Goofy Cat

Goofy Cat


Things aren’t going well with MerryLegs, and I am looking for a new home for him.  I am hoping Mrs. Shoes will take him back, but she hasn’t committed, yet.  I am very down about the whole situation, and I don’t feel like writing about at all.

So that means it is time for cute cat pictures.  My sister’s cat, Stormy, is at it again.  How can a cat be so cute with just a simple bowl?  I don’t know how he does it.  Thunder is a very cute cat, but he can’t hold a candle to Stormy.


I don’t know how my sister handles such cuteness…

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Princess

Princess

I have been meaning to write about Princess for some time, now.  She may be a barn cat, but in her head, she is a Princess.  A more tyrannical cat doesn’t exist.  She bullies the other cats, the dog and most people—but she loves me.  When I am at the barn, if I call her, nine times out of ten—she will come galloping from wherever she is.  The rest of the time, she must be out in the field hunting. 

If I don’t call her, she will often seek me out when she hears my voice.  She follows me about when I feed and is constantly demanding attention.

It’s not that I feed her—plenty of people feed the cats.  Since most of them are very fat, the last thing they need is food.  Princess isn’t fat, but she is a pile of fur—charcoal gray with no tabby markings at all.  Her coat is insanely thick in the winter, keeping her very warm.  Her favorite hobby is hunting the barn swallows.

She is extremely affectionate—until she isn’t.  Out of the blue, she will attack you, and then ask for more petting.  In the winter, she will sit on my lap, and if I dare move, she will start growling.  More than a few times, I took her off my lap—only to have her hiss at me.  Most people will have nothing to do with her, but I think she is a lot of fun—as long as you are very careful.


Princess is quite a character—and definitely a princess.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Cute Cole Story

Cute Cole Story

All this talk about MerryLegs may make people think I have forgotten Cole Train—far from it.  MerryLegs makes me appreciate Cole all so much more!  I am still riding him 5 days a week, and he is still so awesome.

Ellen and I were riding him up on a section of trail we hadn’t been to in a few weeks.  It is out in the open—on the edge of the woods.  When we were trotting on the way back, I looked for the mulberry tree.  In the past, I have asked Cole to stop, clicked him and given him mulberries.  He just loves them.  There were a few ones within reach, so I asked him to stop and picked him a couple.

I knew there was another tree further down the trail, but I didn’t know if it had any mulberries this year.  I wasn’t positive where it was.  Ellen and I walked along, talking, as I looked for the tree.  I thought I saw it, but didn’t see any ripe berries within reach.  When we got right next to it, Cole started doing his silly walk.  Here, he was looking for it too, but he remembered where it was, and he was begging!  Silly guy.  I looked closer, and I found a mulberry for him.


The season is a short one, and I don’t know if there will be any less next time we go there.  I sure hope so.  Cole has turned into such a special horse—I love to spoil him.

Reluctantly deleted

I removed all the posts and references to a horse that was given to me.  He didn’t work out, and I had to find him a new home with a trainer that has more skills than I do.  It was a sad tale which I told in an honest manner, yet I have been accused of libel and threatened with legal action if I didn’t remove it.  I am sure that nothing I wrote was libelous, but to avoid any sort of hassle, I removed my blogs about him.  I don’t suppose many people will even notice.  There are very few hits on those pages.  Everyone has moved on. 

I want people to know that I not trying to hide the facts from anyone.   There was nothing to be ashamed of, and I was willing to stand by what happened as a truthful and sad story. 

To the person who keeps telling the former owner that I haven’t removed everything, I have to ask.  What kind of friend are you?  Do you like making her upset?  You should be ashamed of yourself.  If you were a real friend, you would protect her from unhappiness, not cause it.  

Friday, July 10, 2015

Update

I haven’t been good about blogging, lately.  Something has taken the wind out of my sails.  All my hopes came crashing down, and now I have to decide what to do.  I will probably get outside help, as I have shown that I don’t have skills as a bronc rider.  I believe it will work out, but right now, I feel very discouraged.

I am still very sore, but there is improvement.  I can sneeze without groaning, walk slowly without much pain and get up and down from the floor fairly easily—something I have to do a lot with a cat like Thunder.  If I walk fast, do heavy lifting and just do too much, it starts hurting, again, and then it won't stop until I rest.  Sitting can be bad--but sometimes I can sit fine.  It is surprising that I can ride Cole and be more comfortable than any other time of the day.

(reluctantly deleted)


The amount of rain we have had in the last few months has been incredible.  My garden is the worst, ever.  It just can’t dry out.  I don’t know if I will get much of any produce at all—except beans from the scarlet runner beans I plant in pots on the patio for the hummingbirds.  They aren’t the greatest tasting, but they work fine in a casserole.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Simply Irresistible



Stormy apparently had a rough night.

Reluctantly Deleted

I removed all the posts and references to a horse that was given to me.  He didn’t work out, and I had to find him a new home with a trainer that has more skills than I do.  It was a sad tale which I told in an honest manner, yet I have been accused of libel and threatened with legal action if I didn’t remove it.  I am sure that nothing I wrote was libelous, but to avoid any sort of hassle, I removed my blogs about him.  I don’t suppose many people will even notice.  There are very few hits on those pages.  Everyone has moved on. 

I want people to know that I not trying to hide the facts from anyone.   There was nothing to be ashamed of, and I was willing to stand by what happened as a truthful and sad story. 


To the person who keeps telling the former owner that I haven’t removed everything, I have to ask.  What kind of friend are you?  Do you like making her upset?  You should be ashamed of yourself.  If you were a real friend, you would protect her from unhappiness, not cause it.