I am a cruel, cruel person

8 January 2010 1 Comment

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.

Horses and Riding, Generally Horse Related

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