Benefits of 4 Feet

I'm a cat. Cat's have four feet. I'm sure I could find studies that show four feet are better than two. Maybe even a correlation that those with four feet are more intelligent...

This past Thursday I witnessed a case of diminishing intelligence. Or maybe it just was never there.... Hard to say.

The Handlers came out to attend to the goats in the morning. Prior to milking, Female Handler (FH) went out to one of the front pastures to check on the goat stakes. She had on her rubber boots as usual. She could have walked through the front gate and crossed over a path from the driveway, but she selected the shorter more direct route over the wire fence that separates the house garden from the pasture. She's hopped this fence probably a 1000 times, but every now and then she doesn't lift her foot up high enough, and the tread of one of her boots gets caught on the wire. And almost in slow motion, you see panic, a futile attempt to gain balance, and then complete resignation....and she's down on her back in the tall grass with a leg hooked on the fence. Fortunately no damage is done other than to her ego, and she gets back on her two feet, brushing the dew moisture off her clothes while surveying the horizon to see if ....anyone caught that graceful attempt to scale a 3 ft fence.

Thursday evening was a slightly more comical scene. The Handlers were lollygagging at the barn overhang where the goats are put at the end of the day admiring the coats on the kids and wondering what they would be like as bedside rugs... It was dark, but the light was on outside the barn door. FH was leaning against one of the polls where both kids were tied. Male Handler was rubbing Tontín’s head beside their tire "jungle gym". Something out in the darkness spooked the kids, and Tímida circled around the pole knocking FH down. Being tied to a pole, the only thing she could do was go around it. So she circled around the pole again with Tontín right behind. The outcome was FH was on her back with her legs up in the air again this time with them tied to the pole, and a sore right jaw from a close encounter with a goats' hoof.

Four Feet = Greater Intelligence? Just maybe we're on to something...

MH went into town Friday morning to pay the house and car taxes. On the way, he stopped in at one of the supermarkets to get some things. He grabbed their weekly flyer. It wasn't until he got home that he saw they had a special going on printed sweatshirts.

Would be appropriate for at least one member of this family.