Aww! Nikki was born in the back room of a stables, and she was the first of
the litter to venture out among the horses (that should have given me a hint
of her fearless character). My hair stands on end every time I think of
little bitty Nikki among all those horse hooves, but apparently, she made
it. ;o)

Awww, that is so sweet!
Best wishes,

<snip>There they were, all

Where I used to keep my horse there were about 20 very friendly barn
cats. It used to be REALLY off-putting in a jumping lesson - you'd be
going over a big spread jump (and my horse was a BIG boy at 16.2hh)and
there would be a kitty using the *litter box* directly under the jump.
Those cats were fearless, and IIRC not once was there an accident where
a cat was stepped on or hurt by a horse. I think the cutest thing was
when the cats used to curl up in the small of the horses back on top of
the rugs in winter - It was so cute to see a thundering great brute of a
horse with a tiny cat curled up asleep in its back.
Helen M

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