Today I was nearly killed by a cat.
There I was sitting mildly on Shyanne, minding my own bees wax ... enjoying the fall air and relaxing on my bare-backed no-bridled mare ... when Kitty decides she wants up there too. So what does she do? Why, climbs up Shyanne's back leg of course!
Shyanne tucked under and bolted, I went with her, and the cat hit the dirt.
I love Sundays.
They're so quiet, you never know what might happen.
p.s. Did you know if you squish a gnat they smell exactly like mold? Didn't think so. Bam! The random fact ninja strikes again.