Yesterday was an interesting Monday. Our Amazon account was hacked, my favorite sharpie OF ALL TIME dried up, and my ex-boyfriend from many moons ago called. It wasn’t necessarily a bad day, but it sure started the week off with a bang.
Let’s start this Two Things Tuesday with a sweet pet picture to get the good vibes flowing before I tell you about my latest predicament.
- I don’t think I’ve ever told y’all about my sweet barn kitties. Maybe a picture here, or there, but never a full bio like they deserve. My latest addition to the Rocking E barn kitty litter is Blue. Blue has been around Rocking E for a couple years, but he was completely feral for half of that time. We would catch glimpses of him in the hay barn at the top of the hay stack, or see his tail as he darted across the road about a mile away. This tomcat was super wild. I never thought he would get close to us, but one day I saw him race through the south horse barn, so I put a tiny bowl of cat food out. The next day it was gone, so I continued to put food out everyday. This went on for months, until he finally let me stand near him while he ate. I gradually was able to get closer and closer to him until one day he let me touch him. SUCCESS! I was so happy he had learned to trust me. Fast forward to today, and Blue is the most domestic barn cat ever. He loves all humans, including children. He even tolerates my baby girl pulling on him and picking him up–never once have I seen him act mean. I’ve never seen a cat crave human attention and love like this before. He loves to play with dogs who come to visit, and he coexists wonderfully with our other barn cat, Tuf. I took him to my small animal vet and had him neutered, too. He never leaves the barn, and sleeps curled-up in his little cat box every night. I love this cat as much as a human can.
- And now for my predicament. It’s a long story, so I’ll direct you to an old post to explain everything, but I’ll also give you the short version. Back in college, I was in a colt-breaking class and I really bonded with the mare I was paired up with. The boyfriend I had at the time bought the horse for me at the end of my class, but coincidentally we broke-up about the same time the class was over. He took my horse with him, and I was heart broken. We moved on, grew up, created new lives like people do, and we haven’t spoken for about ten years. I have thought about Barbie many many times and wondered where she was and how she was and what she was doing. And today, out of the wild blue, I found out. That old boyfriend called my husband, told him he was trying to sell Barbie, and wanted to know if I wanted her. He said in the beginning he had roped on her, but then she was injured badly, and he made her into a broodmare. I don’t know exactly what my husband said, but he tried to get a better understanding of the injury and the extent of her lameness. He didn’t get a detailed answer about what happened, but was told she’s “sound enough” to ride around. Although, no one has ridden her in years. So. What do I do, guys? I can only imagine how she looks right now. Thin? Fat and wormy? No farrier care? Perhaps even hurting? Or maybe she’s well-cared for and happy? Do I make a practical decision and turn her down knowing that I would be paying for another expensive pasture ornament? Or do I hook up the trailer and go save my girl? Is this my second chance with my favorite mare?