While lunging Parker today, one of the barn cats (a seven month old kitten) kept running straight in front of him, leaping at the lunge whip, and attacking his tail. My friend had to keep grabbing her and putting her outside of the indoor. This same cat had half of her foot crushed by a horse in the middle of Sandy, and had to be rushed to the vet by my trainer while all of the trees were falling on the road. She is a lucky little monster to have such caring owners.
Anyway, Parker finally got fed up and took off after her (this was after a half hour of her rudeness), and scared the little thing (and me) half to death. But then she came back.
Did I mention the suicide cat is also quite (accidentally) pregnant? She has quite a few nicknames around here . . .