Horsing Around

It's so long since I took a trip over the fields to the farm I thought I ought to go before the weather turns and the lane gets all muddy and I get into trouble when I come home with muddy feet and walk on the furniture. I tried to tell them it was their fault for buying white furniture when there were three cats in the house but do they listen?

"Oh look at that lovely suite. It would look just right in the lounge with some pink fluffy cushions on it."

"Don't do it." I cautioned "Muddy feet and cat hairs will soon turn the white a less appealing shade of grey."

Next thing two men are bringing the suite through the front door and out goes the nice serviceable one with my first dew claw down the back of it. No thought for memories. I don't know.

Anyway I set off and told Max and Seb where I was going. Seb suggested I take a packed lunch with me as it was at least 10 minutes walk. I declined and set off through the woods. I came to the clearing and crossed the ditch - which was virtually dry now. By the time winter comes the trickle of water will be a raging stream and I might not get across. I was walking up the long and winding path to the farm and I noticed something different. The smell wasn't what I remembered and I didn't hear the sheep or goats calling instead there was this deep throaty noise. I rounded the corner and to my surprise the farm had gone and there were new two legs there and lots of horses. it had turned into a stables.

"What do you want?" A tough looking ginger cat wandered over to me somewhat menacingly.

"I came to see my old friends who were on the farm but they aren't here any more. What's happened?"

"Farmer sold up and my people bought it. Raise and stable horses here. They're thoroughbreds you know. Some of them have won the biggest races going. Old Harry over there won 3 claret cups before they put him to stud. Want to meet him?"

I nodded and followed the ginger cat who leapt onto the fence post and started rubbing heads with Harry - I take it it was Harry we were never introduced formally - "My mate he is. Wouldn't let anyone touch me. Come and see him"

I have never been that close to a horse before and they look very big and very heavy and powerful.

"Got to get back before tea. Thanks all the same. Bye!"

I turned and ran down the path and all the way home.

Why can't things stay as they were?