I thought I heard mewing last night, and sure enough, a kitty strolled out of the garage this morning.  Someone had dumped off a half-grown tabby, very tame and sweet.  In other words — lacking any chance of survival around here.  Luckily, one of the boarders fell in love and took him home; so we’re once more kittiless.

Not lambless, though.  I caught them curled up asleep in a hole this morning.  Apparently they thought it was a lambie bed.  Can you see both fuzzy little heads?

Later, I helped Marion work her horse EZ in the round pen.  He has a nice canter, for a gaited horse, and zips around at high speed until he settles down.

Like many gaited horses, he’s a bit more lateral in the canter than a non-gaited horse.  In other words, the legs on the same side move more in parallel than in other horses.  Some really don’t have a lope, just a broken pace; but EZ does lope.  Or canter, if you don’t speak Western!