If you went for a walk and saw a horse, how close would you get for a photo? I tend to assume that a large animal like this could look so sweet but then open its mouth and chomp. So I didn’t get very close, but I wished I could have rubbed its neck. When I was a little girl I thought having my own horse would be fabulous – I assumed that I would ride a horse naturally well like the boy in The Black Stallion. When I actually had a chance to ride a horse it was a lot of uncomfortable bouncing in the saddle. It wasn’t as much fun as I’d imagined.
I also used to think that living on a farm would be the perfect kind of existence. Yes, that’s the life for me: cows, horses, chickens and their eggs, a few barn cats, living out in the country breathing all that fresh country air. When I was in third grade, our class went on a field trip to a farm, which cured me of my romantic notions. Farms are stinky places. And then one of my classmates threw up in the bus. That field trip is seared into my memory in all the worst ways.
Played peek-a-boo with this black cat today, too. We didn’t get close enough to worry about claws and teeth, though. The general rule of thumb about cats is if they are hiding under a car, they do not want to be fetched out by friend or stranger. You may quote me on this.
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I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
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