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 . . .