knockin’ on kevin’s door

cats are weird

I would respond dear reader, to the World Series.

It’s on right meow.

But I have a story to share that’s not mine.

I’ve shared this three times today and perhaps it will be shared three times more.

Was talking with the mother of the lady who owns / runs the barn that we go to now.

She’s young and just getting started. Her mom shared with me this story:

Do you know how she got this place?

She would drive past this place twice a day going to see her horse. She was practically born in a saddle.She couldn’t imagine a better life than having a barn and a riding school. And she’d drive past here ever day. And she’s new this used to be a riding school and a barn. But hadn’t had activity in years.

Then the cat? She had a cat named ‘Kevin’, special markings. Well that cat ran away. It broke her heart. Hadn’t seen him in weeks.

Meanwhile she just decides. She’s going to knock on the door. So she knocks on the door and introduces herself: ‘Hi I ride horses. I love horses. I want to know about your barn, …