My little gray sand cat. Puffs of fluff between the toe beans. Sticky tongue that exfoliates my face after a run. Purring warm body while I hold her close to my chest as I pour water into the kettle for tea each morning…
Down at the stables was always the best part of every summer. I loved the kids – don’t get me wrong – but being a wrangler was all I could ask for in that moment of my life...