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I am a cruel, cruel person
With the freezing weather coming in, horses were not being turned out tonight so I figured I’d go hand walk Gabi.
I tossed her in cross ties, threw a cooler on her back, and out we went. After the walk, I tossed her in cross ties again, grabbed brushes out of my locker, tossed the cat out of the locker, gave her a good grooming, tossed the cat out of the locker again, put the brushes and cooler in the locker, and brought Gabi back to her stall.
Since she had a pile of hay waiting, I left the door open while I put on her blanket. She looked at the hay, looked out the door, and started walking out of the stall. When I stopped her, she turned to look at me and flicked an ear. There’s hay in the aisle. I want it.
“There’s hay in the stall,” I pointed out.
The hay in the aisle could be better.
“It’s not.”
She nudged the door. You don’t know that for sure.
I buckled the last strap on the blanket and shut the door. She stared at me hopefully. So you’re getting that hay for me now?
I was on my way out of the barn when I remembered something. I opened up the locker, pulled the cat out from underneath the cooler, and locked it up again.
Then I came home and tossed my cat off my heating pad. She’s glaring at me from the other side of the couch.
I may be murdered in my sleep tonight—if not by my cat, then by the hit man Gabi and the barn cat are probably busy hiring right now.
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On Jan 8, 2010, greyhorsematters said:
I loved this. Very funny.