[pud's friend]

I'm not sure how this will go but due to popular demand, I've decided to 'blog' our lives on the farm. Two adopted Kitty Katz, one horse, one pony, Himself and me makes twenty legs. In a beautiful patch of Oz, our exploits may bore you, entertain you or surprise you. Who knows.
It's not gonna be anything grand be assured. Just a chance to prattle on perhaps.
Hope nobody minds. Just ignore me if you do... names have been changed to protect identities

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It’s a sad day on the farm. We’re down to 16 legs. Doofus the cat has gone to hospital for a catheter as he has urinary retention. He’s been off all day and lethargic but I initially put it down to an early morning soirée with a fox who’s been creating havoc every dawn for the past week or so. It was a choice between watching Doofus rip the house apart and letting him out, so out he went at 4am. I thought he’d been in a tumble with the fox and bashed his back/pelvis; he came home looking whipped.
He slept on the sofa all day and not even putting on ‘Bolt’ cheered him up (He loves that movie). So after a busy day with the other animals, we took a quick trip to the vet and there he stayed. It’s a sad evening but I’m sure he’ll be home soon. I never got to kiss him goodbye so I pray he'll be safe.

This morning the equine dentist arrived for Stinky. It was hard watching my 17 hands of horse being gagged and lip bound, but it was for his own good. His overgrown teeth made it hard for him to eat. Tubby watched to whole process and quivered behind me for much of it (14 hands of ginger-covered lard quivering is quite a sight). He even rested his head on my shoulder with dopey eyes which was a first for him. He was gelded at 2 and a half and it’s taken over a year for his hormones to tail off. This drop in testosterone has meant he’s more amenable to being in with Stinky and less inclined to bite, chew and stomp at me. It’s been quite a journey with the stubborn little so and so. But the light is sweet.

The heavens opened this afternoon and left us up to our eyeballs in mud. Again. The driest state on the driest continent and we’re getting most of our annual rainfall this week it seems. The boys had a quick turnout where they slid round like Bambi on Ice, followed by the decision to stable them for the night for fear of them breaking a leg, or worse, in the slippery goo I have for a paddock.

Anyway, that’s all for today. There’s more Grey’s Anatomy to get through. We're all warm and dry and I feel well