Got home and Mrs. Gaines is ridge-running again. She went out this morning and after I got back and let the chickens out, I heard the disembodied meow. Which means, look up. And there she was, on the roof. If you didn't know that she gets up there by herself all the time, you would immediately call the fire dept or get a ladder or chair to help the pitiful thing down. And frankly, it must be pretty warm up there this morning. Lots of solar gain.
But no, I'm not fooled by the piteous cries. You got yourself up there, you get yourself down. And yes, I actually speak the words to her. Since she's remarkably obtuse in some ways, I doubt she got my point. So I went in and shut the door. This is a cat that refuses to know her own name and only responds to 'here, kitty, kitty' or the sound of food. But she's hell on wheels with rodents. Unfortunately, with birds too.
More tax stuff today.
On the horse camp front, about two more posts to come. More pics and a summary entry. As God and taxes allow.